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[Sasil]

~Kaye Nightingale ~
➣ The Treasure​

➣ Interactions : Ajax Polaris.
➣ Status: In progress​

A light laugh fell from Kaye's lips landing on the sand that they walked over. Course AJ would want to take some of the money, she supposed it was better then him admitting he wanted to take it all for himself right? Perhaps that wasn't the nicest thing to think about one of her best friends though, and instantly she regretted even thinking it. Pushing said thoughts out she gave started to focus on his other words.

"You are right, you've never let anyone hurt me before. Thugs and monsters have nothing when we pair up together." Kaye gave her normal, speech grinning from ear to ear towards him. She toke that smile, the one he hardly gave to anyone and mentally took a picture. If anything was to happen, she wanted to remember that he could be happy, carefree. People changed in this school. While she hoped that it wouldn't be the case for AJ and herself--things happened. Time happened. The worst monster anyone could face, only with time you couldn't fight. A slow death was time. A goal everyone walked towards.

Some faster then others.

Grim thoughts plagued her mind for the moment and Kaye decided to ramble to cover up her thoughts. While AJ hadn't heard them she knew very well that they lingered. Instead she looked to the map, talked about why the ship might have been stranded here among other theories.

Within minutes they reached the destination. Strangely, it hadn't been hard to find. It towered over the two teenagers, a gust of wind causing the haul to moan from within. Or was that ghosts? There was a such thing as ghosts right? She frowned thinking about it again before taking a single step closer to AJ.

"We should have brought our weapons." Kaye mumbled looking to AJ, all he had was a fishing pole. Not exactly the best weapon one could say. At least it was something. Kaye had her sketchbook--she always had her sketchbook. That thought eased her mind, allowing her to relax as AJ took the lead onto the deck. He jumped onto it, the deck shook ever so slightly and shook once more the moment Kaye's weight was added.

"I don't like ghosts. Have I mentioned that before?" Kaye mumbled just as two very lifeless swords floated into the air--become much more filled with life then anything Kaye could have seen.

"AJ look out!" she cried, she pushed him to the side dodging it herself just enough. "What in Goddess name is that?" She cried moving once more as the swords charged again. This time they split up one going after AJ and the other pursuing Kaye.

"Get off me ship!" An eerie voice cried along with a murders laugh that echoed from all parts of the ship. "If ye don't I will cut you into little pieces and feed ye to the sharks below. Or worse curse you much like I have all the others who have graced my presence."

 

[Sasil]

Lance Baytes​

➣ Defend Don Cielo's
➣ Interactions: Kaia Polaris. .
➣ Status: In progress​

A bored look crossed Lances expression for a moment before blowing a breath dramatically out of his lips.Turning his hand, her soft feminine one smaller in his, he intertwined her fingers with his in a flirty way. He flirted with most women, perhaps males too. It was a good way of people to trust you. To some extent he supposed. "I suppose I could be calmer, perhaps all I need is a kiss and things will be better." He flashed a grin before throwing his head back in a laugh at her expression.

"Ahh I thought those looked familiar. To bad, they would have looked amazing on me, wouldn't you agree?" Lance joked once more. He joked, teased--it was what he did. Bad jokes he wasn't as good about but he could appreciate most bad jokes. If not appreciate he would give the normal groan and eye roll the ones that most people heard. "But seriously, I think you probably could. If worse comes to worse I'll knock one of the thugs onto there backs so you can step on them, how does that sound?" Lance spoke earning a smile from Kaia.

"I'm not that scary am I? I thought I had a cheerful outlook, at least on the outside. Nothing like your sister...Kaye? She's to happy almost to the point of scary. Wonder if underneath all those smiles shes a serial killer or something." He gave a serious look, noticing the food was starting to come in their general direction. "Course I joke, Kayes a peach. Just want to pinch those little cheeks." he joked ready to dig in, at least if he couldn't smoke he could enjoy a good meal.

That was not what the world had in store for him.

He had one bite. The flavor touched his lips, he almost had another when the big thugs that looked like they stepped out of an old comic book graced the fancy restaurant with there grungy presence. "Why do they always have a Mohawk?' Lance said dryly looking over his shoulder at the men. He sized them up, ready to hit the charm and hopefully, avoid a fight.

They where big guys, Lance wasn't so big but he was quick--knew where to hit to get people on there backs. Had to be when most of your power relies on defensive side.

At Kaia's words he chuckled looking to the others. "You really think this was a good idea? Come on, we can talk right? Don't want to have some blood on my hands. See that, I have dinner." Lance motioned to his seat only earning a growl of annoyance from one of the other guys. they charged him earning an unimpressed eye roll as Lance allowed the man to pass through his body falling onto the ground.

"Did I mention I don't like being charged?" He laughed loudly, a grin on his face. "What about you, you want to come and get me?" Lance prevoked the other who seemed ready to go after Kaia but said something so unintelegent Lances' way that he didn't even hear it.

To keep things interesting Lance threw a punch, his metal hand had a bit more strength then the other he moved just right, feeling the crack of the mans jaw as he went flying into a nearby table. People screamed, but Lance was enjoying himslef.

"You alright over there Kaia?" He called looking over to her, making sure she was dealing with the thugs just as well as he was.​

 

[Makomin]

The Treasure || Miasto || Completed

There weren't much sights to see in Miasto.

It was just a city that was useful for its trades and the only leverage they had was that they were a required pass though to Requiem, the capital of the country. However, because of it's lack of actual sights, it makes up for in more greenery and eco-friendliness compared to that of Requiem City. It wasn't as though Miasto was a city that was purely a countryside one that populates only farmers and uneducated folk, it's just that its amenities and infrastructure wasn't as advanced. However, the abundance of convenient stores and home-run cafes did give it a bit of a kick for anyone visiting it. But it wasn't for one Usha Kershaw.

She absolutely loathed having her time wasted. If someone told her a plan was to kick off at exactly 1:00pm, she would actually be on her way by 12:00pm.

Right now, she was in a cottage-themed cafe with nicks and knacks just cluttered everywhere in the space. Already the cafe wasn't the biggest space one would be in but the fact that the owner thought that placing objects of no value except maybe holding the ashes of someone who has died and collecting dust, was indeed a disgust.

"Don't you think that it's horribly ugly with all these junk?" the blonde asked, in her usual tone as she held up a miniature wooden rooster to the apparent daughter of the cafe's owner.

The other female who was slightly younger than her widened her eyes, shocked as this was the first time a customer had actually said that. "Uh...well..the thing is..." The owner's daughter stuttered and was met by a sigh, "Never mind. I'll have the bill please."

As quickly as possible, the younger girl dashed to the kitchen to obtain the bill from her mother. When she came back, the owner herself stood right before the kitchen door and gave Usha a hard stare. The blonde wasn't fazed and merely handed the girl 7G before making her way to the door. Just before leaving, she turned around before looking at the owner and saying, "Your food and coffee is good but too bad the decor is as old as you." She then made her way to the bay.

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"Miss Kershaw?" a deep voice asked from behind the female as she stood at the docks itself at the sea.

Usha turned around with her arms crossed before answering, "Usha, pleasure, I'm sure." She then took his hand into her own before shaking it almost forcefully. The man was no doubt surprised at the audacity of the young female but she didn't let him time to respond as she said or to be more exact, said in a harsh tone, "I don't know about being you but I would think a soldier knew how to be punctual. You are an hour late."

Yet again, the male was taken aback and he was so much so that he couldn't even feel offended, "I'm sorry, Miss- I mean, Usha, I was caught up in something."

The blonde raised an eyebrow before replying, "Yes, you'll be in the same situation once we reach the shipwreck area too." Not waiting for a reply, she walked past him before the bottom of her sandals touched her feet. She then looked back at the male still facing the sea before calling out, "Come on, we don't have the whole day."

The soldier was snapped out of his thoughts before hurrying his way to her. She sure was...feisty and rude for someone so young, he thought to himself as he followed Usha's lead.

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The two stopped outside a large cave that was joined to a cape which led straight to the sea.

"You sure you can handle it by yourself?" He asked as he took the opportunity to lean against a very big rock just at the entrance of it.

The female turned to him before saying, "It's not like you're going to. Besides, I don't back out of my word." She then held a hand up at the soldier, as a sign of farewell before making her way into the cave.

The first thing that hit her was the fragrance of salt water. It was so prominent that the female couldn't help but smile- a normal and happy-looking smile. "Ah, the sea." She said to herself as she continued walking in. Usha Kershaw had always liked the sea, or any large mass of water for that matter. It may have the opposite affect on most people but for her, it calmed her down. As she remained in her thought, a growl was heard echoing from right inside the cave. No doubt, a tenebrae.

She wondered whether anyone had died in her before. What a dumb question. She meant whether she was stepping on anyone who had died there before. There was only one way to find out. Usha Kershaw held up her hand in front of her, her palm facing the sand and green steam begin to come out of her hand. Soon enough, a hand reached out from the earth, followed by another. It would indeed be horrifying for a normal person to witness people literally rising up from the dead like daisies by the sidewalk but it was a usual sight for her. Soon enough, five bodies stood in front of her in a line.

Most of the bodies had certain parts of their skin detached and even an eye or both ears missing but they weren't as rotten as some corpse she had seen in the past before. There was even one that looked like he died just recently. She used her hand to gesture forward and her army of dead people followed forward.

Just as they were about to reach the middle of the cave, a large rat like tenebrae charged her way. Without thinking or moving, it attacked the first corpse that was in front- the guy who died recently- and he fell down with a large gash on the side of his body due to the bite the rat tenebrae gave. Usha immediately took her dagger out before running to the tenebrae with force and stabbing it on its neck. It screeched before it dissipated into mere dust.

Immediately after, Usha Kershaw lifted her hand above the corpse of the male who had just died (yet again) before he got up. "Thanks." She said, as though he could understand what she was saying before they moved with fast pace to the other opening end of the cave. And just as she thought, a whole group of tenebris resided on the shipwreck itself and as soon as they took notice of Usha, they made their way to her.

"Let's do this." She said before cracking her fingers. She raised her hand at one tenebrae as she called upon her death inducement power. She couldn't kill humans or powerful tenebrae with it but weaker and more general ones like these, she could. Soon, one by one, each of the tenebrae begin to drop dead like flies before melting in with the sand itself and blown away by the wind.

For the last tenebrae, she ran and jumped onto the bear-like tenebrae's back before stabbing right in its spine. For this tenebrae, blood spurted out and covered Usha's face with it before it disappeared from her sight. She cringed visibly before quickly making her way to the water, not bothering whether it was sea water, before literally dunking her face into it, washing the black blood of her face. As she did so, she used her left hand to indicate to the five of them to grab the treasure chests that were on the ship.

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On their way out, Usha grabbed two gold coins from one of the opened chest before closing it and slipping the coins into her pocket. What the soldier doesn't know, won't kill him. As she was met by light of the sun, the soldier quickly stood up before smiling brightly at Usha, in which he didn't think would actually complete it. Just as he was about to greet her, he noted the five corpse carrying the treasure.

His eyes widened in fear and he pointed at them, "M-M-Monsters...." She used her hand to wipe the remaining of the salt water off her face before saying, "They're my helpers, you nitwit. Here's your treasure." The corpses then places the treasure chests down before Usha made them go back into the cave yet again to rest, thanking them for their services even in the afterlife.

But it wasn't as though they could understand, right?

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[Skryx]

Bobbi Brown
The Docks
Status: Complete
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Down by the docks, Bobbi watches the clouds roll across the bright blue sky, blown by the same winds that tousle her hair gently and whisper in her ears. She's tucked into her usual spot, lounging on a low wall that borders her favourite dockside cafe with her back leaning against a sturdy wooden trellis, one leg dangling over the side as she sips her iced drink.'Peace and quiet' she thinks, idly watching the ships and people passing by. Not for long. The sounds of shouts draw her attention and she watches as two sailors argue over a dropped crate. She drains the rest of her glass, watching the drama unfold. Another man steps in and settles the dispute, sending them back to work, both still glaring at each other. She ponders getting another, still keeping an eye on the third man who is currently yelling at a boy who looks a few years younger than her before storming onto the ship. The boy nervously glances around the docks looking a little lost before making eye contact with her pausing for but a moment and scurrying over.

"Hey, you look strong, able and free! Mind helping the crew out with some unpacking? Won't take longer than a minute. We'll pay you for what it's worth!" Bobbi doesn't think she looks very strong -and judging by the size of the ship it would most definitely be taking longer than a minute-, but the boy looks desperate and she could use some good karma before the school year starts.

"Alright," she decides with a careless shrug, setting down her glass. Swinging her other leg over the side, she hops off the wall neatly, landing softly on the steps a couple of meters below. Walking down the stone steps, she stretches her arms and yawns as she passes the young sailor, making him yawn as well, swaying on his feet. Whoops. He looks startled by it -well, it is the middle of the day- but recovers quickly, leading her back to his ship. "This way," he tells her, skipping ahead a few steps and looking back at her anxiously.

Nautilus, she reads the name on the bow as they pass it by, following him up the bobbing gangplank. Despite the apparent need for help, not everyone is hard at work unloading. She spots a small cluster of them gathered around, playing dice. "Richard!" The bellow comes from a broad shouldered man carrying a large crate. "Have you been you slacking off?" Richard starts to stammer out an explanation but another sailor interjects. "The captain sent him out to get some help with the cargo, David." Immediately all eyes swivel to Bobbi, including the ones playing dice, distracted from their game. One of them laughs. "The captain asked you to find help, Richard, not for you to show off the Nautilus to your girlfriend." Richard flushes a tomato red as the rest of the crew bellow with laughter. She feels a little bad for him, patting his shoulder sympathetically as she smiles at him reassuringly. "I got this."

"You don't think I can help?" A playful challenge issued to the man she walks towards. He seems amused and he stands from his place around the table, folding her arms and looks down at her.
"No offense sweetheart but it ain't easy to lift these crates." Thankfully he isn't as big as David, in fact, he's roughly Zander's build and height. Which is a good comparison to know for what she's about to do.
"None taken, darling," she replies with a sunny smile and proceeds to flip him over the rail just a couple of feet behind him. A few seconds later they hear the splash and Bobbi settles down in his seat. "So what are we playing?"

Some many rounds later, Bobbi thinks she's made some new friends. The crew of the Nautilus are a friendly bunch, if a little rough around the edges. It feels as if she's been with them for months, successfully integrated enough to contribute to the banter going back and forth between all of them, familiar with Richard looking over her shoulder and offering helpful advice on which card to throw and trying to teach her the knack of getting all sevens (these dice are weird), Sid mock glaring at her every time their eyes meet, his slightly damp clothes the only indication that she hasn't been with them as long as it feels like. Eventually the rest of the crew had given up on unloading and all seventeen of them are clustered around, perched on crates and railings, following the game idly and chatting among themselves.

When they find out she's training to be a magister, they pester her about her anima until she relents and sends Kara promptly into dreamland -then apologises when she wakes because she wasn't fast enough to stop her face from smacking into the table. The sailor doesn't seem to mind and everyone else finds it highly amusing. They turn it into a game, trying to see who can withstand it -bursting into laughter whenever someone inevitably loses and each one boasting that they can do better. Sid is just stepping up for his second try, swearing up and down that he won't fall for it again when an angry shout cuts across the chatter.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOT DOING?!" It's the captain, and he does not look pleased, his face a blotchy red and he looks like he's about to explode, nostrils flaring and his eyes burning holes at them. Immediately they scramble into action, moving quickly to get out of yelling range, grabbing the nearest cargo to appease their superior. Bobbi finds herself lifting a large craft with Richard's help while the captain berates the first mate loudly enough that his voice still pierces her ears even when they reach the unloading point. She pities the man but is glad it's not her all the same. With everyone trying their best to look like they're being as productive as humanely possible, they get the rest of the cargo out with an impressive efficiency. It's only when she and Richard have carried out one of the last crates that the two of them take a break. Arms, legs and back aching from the suddenly flurry of activity, Bobbi slumps back against the wood, Richard mimicking her movements. For a long moment they don't speak, focusing on breathing and trying not to move. Their eyes meet, wide eyed and staring until the tension breaks and they both start laughing.

It ends with all of them packed into her favourite dockside cafe with ice cream and drinks, swapping stories of quests and adventures on the seas as the sun starts to set.

 

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QUEST # 6
ANIMAL FARM

Location: Tref Village

AXEL LUXFORÉAS
Team: Ajax Polaris.
Status: Completed​

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Axel wouldn’t deny it. Along his course of living, he had done plenty of stupid things, though without a doubt two out of three of those would have involved the platinum blonde male one way or another. In his defense, however, he couldn’t remember who the last person who entered was. For all he knew, the pair should have been thankful instead that Ajax 2.0 is the only sheep smart enough to escape while he had the chance. Truthfully, he himself wouldn’t want to be locked in here for eternity only to be chopped off later on- for a second Axel was even considering or letting the sheep go on its way. The blonde winced when Ajax commented about slicing the sheep and eating him for dinner. Of course, he knows that the pan is where Ajax 2.0 will inevitably end up, but saying it out loud just seemed…gruesome. And he didn’t even want to think how hypocritical he seems right now.

“Not a time to joke around sweetheart,” he said as he dragged Ajax out, and of course, remembering very well to close the door this time around. If it wasn’t bad enough, the final lights of dawn has finally sunk, leaving the stars as their final source of light. Where would they even begin? “If you were a sheep, where would you go…” he found himself mutter subconsciously as his eyes darted left and right, narrowing his eyes as he adjusted himself to the minimum lighting. They have checked the chicken coop, where the hens had aggressively turned their heads against them and began clucking like mad. “He must have teleported out- I don’t know! The last time I checked sheep could not open doors by themselves!” Axel retorted, though it was none other than empty words without a meaning. It was neither a threat nor an accusation since the blonde somehow knew that he might be the one that left the door ajar, but perhaps it was simply a way to let go of a tiny portion of frustration. What would they do if they couldn’t find that darn sheep? Not only a car could run over Ajax 2.0 in the middle of the night, they might be required to pay for all casualties. This quest was completely not worth it. All for what? A measly of five golden coins. Axel shook off the thought. For now all they needed was to find that lost sheep.

The pair continued to explore, revisiting the cows shelter once more and giving a peek towards the pig pen, where they would be needing to spend the rest of the evening there. Seconds passed one by one as their hope shriveled little by little, the idea of ever finding the lost creature seemingly more and more improbably by the moment. Axel was close of giving up, the only thing that held him together was his conscience. He was about to recheck the sheep pen again, in case Ajax 2.0 had regained its sanity and decided that maybe it would have rather be decapitated and eaten by the farmer in order to spare them the trouble of searching, when he felt a sudden warmth encircling him.

I wasn’t the one who signed up for this quest, was what he initially wanted to say. Of course, it was irritating. What were they doing here, in the middle of the night, cold and hungry and tired, when they have homework tomorrow? When they could’ve been back at the dorms, sleeping or doing anything else at all? But the thought of Ajax, this humanoid sloth, sacrificing his extra hours of sleep to sweep shit off the floor just so he would gain a few extra coins for the night… that thought itself brought him back. And of course he was exhausted; they were both exhausted, but he suppose he should just stay strong. For the sake of his friend.

“Come on, we worked way too hard to give up now. Up you go, you big baby-” Axel said as he began jumping up and down, shaking Ajax in the process. “I’ll treat you food on the way back. There are some twenty-four hours restaurant nearby, though maybe I don’t really feel like eating meat after all these-”

Axel stopped talking. A faint, yet clearly evident baa noise was heard over the distance. The two boys darted towards the source of the voice, and never had he anticipated to find the sheep like this… “Oh dear,” Axel said, the corners of his lips lifted as he watched in utter amusement. Laying around, stargazing (more like zoning out to be honest), why does it seem so oddly familiar? “Seems like your counterpart is beginning to look more and more like you by the second. You should be proud. If there’s anyone’s ears you want to pierce, you can go ahead and pierce the sheep, Jay.”

As the other male left, the blonde shifted his attention towards the sheep. “Alright, come to papa,” he muttered as he knelt upon the ground, extending his body towards the water surface as he tried to reach for Ajax 2.0. However, like its namesake, the sheep was stubborn enough to groan in complain, rolling away on the water before it began making weird circling gestures with its leg, therefore swimming away, spraying fountain-like water spray from its mouth as it did so.

“No!” Axel frowned as he reached further towards the pond. Ajax 2.0 stuck out its tongue at him. He took his words back; that sheep is literally the ugliest sheep he had ever set his eyes upon. Again, just like its namesake. It was a brief moment of contemplation, but at this current point, the Syndicate male didn’t know what he cared about anymore. He was wet, hungry, cold, pissed at a freaking sheep- how bad could it be? Fingers crossed, and removing his phone from his pockets first, of course, in one motion Axel jumped in the pond. A shot of shiver ran up his spine as the freezing water made contact with his skin, drenching his already damp clothes in yet more water. “You fucker,” he groaned, as he dragged the writhing sheep across the pond, not caring how much he began to sound more and more like Ajax. “Enough play time sheep, I’m tired. I bet you’ve never felt this exhausted before, have you? All you do every day is sleep and eat hay. Damn, you two are so much alike. Insensitive bastards,” he frowned at the perplexed sheep, which seemed to have accepted its fate and just blinked its eyes towards him. Axel sighed. “And I’m ranting to a sheep…Forget it. You’re soon becoming yakiniku.” With that, the blonde pulled himself out of the water, carrying the sheep bridal style all the way towards the barn.

Axel wrung his hair and stripped his soaking shirt off. Without asking for permission, he snatched Ajax’s hoodie, which he had taken off earlier, and puts it on as quickly as he could. All he could hope, however, was that the darkness of the night was enough to hide the scars drawn across his body, as if it was merely a canvas for an overly gruesome painting.... Well that was depressing. The blonde forced up a smile as he turned to face his friend. “I would’ve joked at how much this hoodie smelled like you if it hadn’t smelled like nothing but cow shit,” he said, before adding “I’m going to freeze to death. If I die I’ll haunt you forever with my- horrible cooking,” he made an air quotation marks with his fingers. Seriously, his cooking was not that horrible! With a sigh, Axel walked past the platinum haired male, placing a hand upon his shoulder as he passed. “Come on, it’s getting late. The farmer said a couple of hours, pretty sure we’d take the whole week if he hadn’t stopped us earlier. Let’s get this over with.”

Finally, the two met with their last task: feeding pigs. How hard would that be? Then again, they said the same thing about taking chicken eggs, milking cows, scraping poop and shearing sheep. And look at them. No, literally look at them. They were a picture perfect epitome of a disaster. At Ajax’s comment, Axel snorted, his eyes planted firmly upon the pink little creatures. “Father was a pig, alright,” he muttered, a little too flatly compared to his usual tone, but perhaps more to himself more than anything, really. Without waiting for a response, Axel went and search the room. Much to his delight, the food was stacked neatly upon the corner, stacks of buckets filled with…whatever combination of mud and despair that was. With a heave, the blonde lifted one, walking towards the pigs and spilled their food upon their trays. Within a matter of seconds, the pigs dived in their slops of meal, burying their fat faces amidst. Axel laughed and bent down, patting the pig’s head. “Still calling them my family after seeing how they eat?” he asked, sniggering as he looked back at his partner.

Much to his surprise, however, it didn’t take long for them to finish. Nothing happened- no throwing food at each other, no pigs trying to escape, no pregnant pigs. They were simple- just pour food, they eat, done. In a matter of minutes, every pig were lying upon their backs, their bumpy tummy faced upwards. After they eat, they sleep. “Remind you of someone?” Axel laughed, pinching Ajax’s cheek before he walked out. Finally finished, the two made their way towards the farmer’s house and knocked upon his door.

“Excuse me?” Axel called out. A part of him was already expecting to be treated for dinner by the farmer’s wife or someone. They did so much work, the deserved more than just five coins! Hearing no answer, Axel frowned as he proceeded to further bang upon the door. “Hellooo mister farmer sir!” Still no answer. Just as Axel turned to prevent whatever Ajax probably had in mind (perhaps kicking the door off its hinges), the sight of two identical pouches just by the side of the floor caught his attention. The Syndicate male bent down and picked it up. A part of him regretted not just taking this early on and off with their tasks. But that wouldn’t be too fair, so Axel shook the thought off his head. But then he remembered.

“Give me your phone-” Axel reached for Ajax’s phone around his back pocket, snatching it without waiting for confirmation. He unlocked the phone, once again without asking for the password (he did enough peeking to know exactly what, and changing the password would do him no good anyway). Axel extended his arm forward, the front camera on. “Smile…princess,” he said before quickly sneaking a kiss at Ajax’s cheek, pressing the button before the other had a chance to protest. Axel laughed, running off to send the picture to his email first, just in case Ajax wanted to delete it. “That’s a keeper…” he grinned to himself, tossing the phone back towards his friend, along his own pouch of money. It goes without saying- all of Axel’s quest profit would go to Ajax, and never once had he felt burdened to do so. Not once, not ever. Even if they would one day hate each other, though how could such a thing happen to such a close friendship, right? How could such a thing happen to a pair of boys who are closer than friends- who are so much like brothers? Funniest joke of the year.

“Let’s go home. I’m thinking salad…” Axel stated, pretty sure sick of meat for the rest of the week. It was yet another of their misadventures, another day passing and yet another unforgettable memory. A picture speaks a thousand words, a compiled remembrance of their joy, the unconditional love they shared for each other. That same picture now laid astray, torn underneath Ajax’s drawer, and burnt in whatever’s left of Axel’s heart.
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[s e v e n]

QUEST # 4
ANIMAL FARM

Location: Tref Village

LOUIS BLUTMOND
Team: Bennett Miles Aster , Sebastian s e v e n
Status: In Progress​

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Despite the overwhelming urge to go back to the Academy and get those few extra hours of sleep he deserves (and that huge stack of hay had never seemed so inviting and soft), Louis had to agree with his friend. It was indeed a brand new experience, doing things that he’s never done before. Isn’t that like exploring in his video games? After all, Bennett seemed so enthusiastic…who is he to demotivate him? The brunette turned towards his male friend and gave him a smile. The way the other boy told him that he could count on him; it was endearing. It was sweet.

“Yeah. Probably just like brushing its fur right? Only instead of a comb, we use a razor and, razors are, uh, sharp. Sharp enough to shear a sheep…and cut off your fingers…” he trailed off, making a face at the gruesome possibility. He tried not to think about that. Upon the offer of frozen yoghurts, his attention snapped back instantly. Eating frozen yoghurt together with Bennett…just the two of them! Would they share a cup? He wasn’t sure if he was more enthusiastic about spending time with Bennett or just eating the yoghurt itself. Or simply stepping out of the sun and smelling something decent for once. Though perhaps he would prefer having one for himself (it’s frozen yoghurt!), but sharing one with Ben would be… Well, certainly a better date than being surrounded by pig dung.

“Oh my god, I love frozen yoghurt,” the male gushed, imagining the sweet and sourness of the cold delight. “Then let’s get this finish as fast as possible!” Louis said with a smile, putting as much enthusiasm he could muster in his words. With that, the pair went off on their hunt for animal food. The scent of animal and poop pierced his senses, the pungent odor bringing tears to his eyes. He knew farms were meant to smell, but never had he fathomed that it would smell this bad. Louis tried to back track all the information given by the old farmer previously- feed the animals, right? The brunette turned and faced the animal pens. The clucking of chickens were heard from afar, oinks of pigs and moos of cows polluted the air at random as though orchestrated by someone who clearly has a horrible itch. Then a thought occurred to him-

First of all, Louis wasn’t someone who was particularly fond of getting dirty. Ironic or someone who seemed to enjoy going barefoot way more than anyone at the norm, the brunette valued his moments shrinking in his room, untouched by sunlight and anything from the outside. So he would be glad of not getting his brand new sneakers molded in dirt, thank you very much. After all, those were a very nice pair of sneakers. He was soon struck with a feeling of regret- he knew well that they were going to a farm, why took the effort of dressing way too nicely? But glancing at Bennett suddenly it all starts to make sense. Again. Somehow.

“That would be a great idea,” Louis said, not even complaining or offering to change. Perhaps he would’ve hesitated if it was him making the decisions, but Bennett had made it for them, and there was no way Louis was going to make him change his mind. A tiny sense of guilt lingered, though very briefly. After all, Ben used to work in a farm…right? The brunette laughed at his friend teasing, taking the bucket of chicken feed in his hand and sounded a gentle off!. Certainly was heavier than he anticipated. Who knew these mixture of corn and rice and some other yellow things could weigh so much? The Genesis boy made his way towards the chicken pen, swinging the door open. Louis placed Sebastian down just by the entrance before making his way in, and instantly his face was pulled into an expression of utter disgust. If it had stank out there, inside it reeked dead bodies…not that he had ever smelt one. About to cover his nose, the male thought twice, being recently making contact with farm stuff, he’d rather not get anything close to his mouth for a while.

Chickens are birds. Ducks are birds. Louis has fed Sebastian every day, how much different could this be? The brunette bent down, observing the chickens while trying to take as little breaths as possible. The hens laid in a row, heads all inclined and eyes focused at him, clucking somewhat furiously. “Hey, it’s okay. Not gonna hurt you, I promise,” Louis hushed as he turned to one hen. His hand dug on the bucket of food, pulling out a handful of…whatever that is, and poured it on its bowl of food, before-

“Ouch!” Louis jerked back as the crazy chicken pecked his index finger, eyeing it in a pure betrayed expression. “How could you!” Louis frowned at the chicken and gave it a slap across the face. The chicken clucked slapped back. Louis groaned and stood up, wanting to suck on his wound but decided to think twice about it. “Gosh darn psycho chicken,” he muttered before proceeding to turn and feed the rest of the chickens. Thankfully, they weren’t nearly as demonic as the first. Within a few minutes, he was almost done going through the very last of the chicken, when he noticed one thing… It was significantly quieter than before.

His heart sank as he turned around, the moment reality dawned upon him. Louis glared at the duck, still sitting by the staircase of the pen. “I trusted you!” he scolded, while Sebastian shrugged and gave out a nonchalant quack. He had forgotten to close the door to the pen and the movie Chicken Run became reality. The boy groaned as he placed down the chicken food, scooping Sebastian in his hand and darted outside. His eyes frantically scanned left and right for any hint of those demonic feathery beings- yet none could be seen. Heartbeat began to race rapidly, cold sweat lingered as he ran towards…well, wherever Ben is. Thankfully, following the oinks is easier than following the clucks, apparently.

“Ben! Ben-” Louis sucked in a shuddering breath as his feet stepped in the mud. But who the hell cares now? He had lost five- six- ten? Damn, he should’ve counted first! “The chickens! They escaped!”
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QUEST # 4
PROTECT THE BOSS

Location: Requiem City

AXEL LUXFORÉAS
Team: Bobbi Brown Skryx
Status: In Progress​

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Upon seeing the girl using her anima upon the over-conversational driver, Axel sniggered but said nothing in comment to. The blonde glanced back and forth between the pamphlet and the address noted to him. Seemed they were in the right place. “We can decide once we see her. Don’t let the title of Duke’s daughter fool you. Might be an old hag and we never know,” he replied as the pair made their way towards the center of the mansion, uniformed guards escorting them towards their destination.

“We’ve fought against countless of tenebrae, bear through piles and piles of paper work and you’re asking if kidnapping the duke’s daughter, tying her up and forcing some guy to knock her up is hard?” he said, his tone flat along his words, yet a smile crept upon his face afterwards. “I’d rather say interesting,” the male added by the end, as one of the guards pushed open the double doors for them to enter. Entering the mansion, the Elite was instantly overwhelmed with the variety of decors cascading down each sides of the walls, glimmered in many precious stones. The floor carpeted in not red, but a design he knew as foreign, yet elegant at the same. Evidently, this wasn’t a Western oriented family. Axel had been to other manors before- heck, he even lived in one- yet the obscured past haunting every corner, how each place had never failed to have their very own tragic history… that fact amuses him to no end.

Further walking, the pair had reached yet another room, and an agedly looking male standing by the window. The sense of authority he brings- he must be the duke. Axel opened his mouth, about to make their introduction before his companion has done it beforehand. He nodded curtly towards the presence of the duke, sitting down when told to do so, though he instantly rejected the offering of a drink. When the name Jasmine was brought, Axel held himself back not to snort, averting his gaze elsewhere and looking down, hiding the instant smirk that made its way on his face. Finishing their small meeting, the duo followed one of the servants from before – presumably Alfred – into ascending the stairs. Banisters were bulging with jewels, Axel trailed his hand upon it briefly before turning to look at Bobbi.

“Jasmine, huh? That made you win by default I guess,” Axel said and smirked. “I can take dibs on Alfred then,” he said, sending a brief wink towards the stoic looking servant, who did nothing in response but let out a tiny hint of shiver. With a simply another turn, they were met with a hall, so long and empty aside for one door at the very end. “We’re here,” Alfred announced, stopping at the door and knocking against it. A tiny female voice appeared behind it, saying something that is vaguely Arabic. Nodding, the servant turned to them, gave a little bow before leaving without any further words. Axel glanced at Bobbi then the door. “Ladies first?” he offered but before any of them could have pushed the door open, the door swung by itself. A woman’s face appeared behind it, her raven hair pouring out and framed her heart-shaped face, olive skin smooth porcelain-like. Thick lashes decorated her dark brown eyes. Surely, a face worthy of the duke’s daughter. Each day spent restrained behind those gates, tied up in laws and traditions- how could you not?

“Your Grace,” Axel smiled and took her by her hand, kissing it. The girl gave him a small smile, though at this range it was clear how puffed her eyes were, as though she were just crying. Of course. The classic marriage forced by tradition. Why does that sound so familiar?

“Please, Jasmine. Spare your explanations, I know exactly why you’re here,” the girl said, retracting her hand and used it to wipe at her eyes, keeping her superficial forced smile on her face. “My father?”

“Yes. We’re here to escort you,” Axel said with a smile, though barely any remorse were audible behind his words.

“I knew it. You’re all the same. That’s alright, I guess…” she said, choking on her words as her breath shuddered. Much to his surprise however, within seconds the girl lost her composure entirely. She began bawling, real loudly at that. Her beautiful face were folded into a horrid expression. Axel exchanged glances with Bobbi. Strangely, Axel could have sworn he had overheard a low growling voice, almost animal-like perhaps. The blonde tried to peek inside, but he was instantly covered by the duke’s daughter.

“You’re all the same! You filthy- filthy males!” Jasmine gasped before she continued weeping, fanning her own face with her perfectly manicured fingers as mascara trailed down her cheeks. Axel had to hold himself back from snorting. The scene was amusing, overly cliché almost. “Heartless beings, you always choose! Do we women ever choose? No! Dear me, why can’t we women ever marry for love? You!” the girl pointed a wavering finger at Bobbi, sniffing. “You understand what I’m saying, right?” she asked, her voice desperate and pleading.

Axel turned and glanced at his companion, still smiling. He had several of ideas of how this would all turn out, and much to his delight, every branch of possibility was to be proven interesting. He nodded towards the sobbing female’s direction, indicating that she might want to talk to her…before he tests out something.​

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A J A X
”Seeing people change isn’t what hurts the most. It’s remember who they used to be.”​

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Protect Don Cielo’s || Requiem City || Ajax, Uriah & Jasmine || In Progress ​

He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to take advantage of this situation. Ajax never did anything out of the kindness of his heart, that was just pure silliness. He didn’t even bother reading the menu, simply opening it and gesturing to one entire page, befuddling the hostess after Uriah ordered one dish. “I want everything on page 2.”

“But you didn’t read the menu?” The hostess had her pen and notepad ready, jotting down orders.

Ajax opened the menu again, took a quick glance. “You’re right, I want everything on page one too.” Ajax closed the menu, giving it to her to stop the train of discussion. Once he was done ordering, the boss came out looking as if he was on the verge of bankruptcy. He cringed at the unexpected touch but made no movement to move away. Ice cream was then brought out and Ajax assumed the Don Cielo didn’t know he might have better off without the Syndicate President.

“I thought he was the loan shark,” the platinum blonde replied, digging into the chocolate ice cream. “How does he have the money to hire anyone when he’s in debt?” Realistic, there was probably some shady business going on but as long as food was free, it didn’t really matter to him. Ajax’s moral aligned grey at its best. Jasmine left the table to do actual work while Uriah and he were left behind, stuffing their faces.

Dishes and dishes of food started piling on the table from a freshly made Lasagna to breadsticks on the appetizer menu. Rissoto del Giorno, Tortellini Pasticciati, Gnocchi al Gorgonzola, Tagliatelle con Scampi alla Diavola laid delicately on the white tabletop with the waiter announcing that the other dishes Ajax ordered would come out eventually. “Just pack them up,” he told him. “I want the rest to go.”

He dug into the meaty lasagna as Uriah took a forkful of his Carbonara. It wasn’t long before a gang of neatly dressed business men with briefcases (for show maybe) and sunglasses walked into the restaurant, disturbing the peace. The area was surrounded by twenty more and in the center of the mean squad their gangster leader. Ajax looked at Uriah, still chewing and looking complacent as ever. When Don Cielo didn’t come out, the leader slammed his hands onto one of the tables causing the entire restaurant to flinch. He gestured one of his pawn to destroy the table in half while the other swung a chair around, smashing it against the floor. With Jasmine doing damage control in the kitchen, only Uriah and Ajax were left to figure this out. They could wait until she came back but that would just meant by the time she came back, the Don Cielo would be out of tables and chairs really quick.

Ajax took another bite before another chair hit the floor. He leaned closer across the table as if he was telling Uriah a secret. “I’ll leave this up to you,” he said as he rested a hand on the other male on the shoulder. While it was a sign of trust and belief to others, Ajax does it when he wants someone to do something he doesn’t want to do. “You don’t need me to placate the situation. You can transform and chase them away.”

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A J A X
”Seeing people change isn’t what hurts the most. It’s remember who they used to be.”​

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The Treasure || Miastro || Ajax & Kaye || In Progress ​

“I can do damage with a fishing pole,” he gripped it tightly with a smirk. “What, you don’t trust me Kaye?” There wasn’t anytime to waste when Kaye pushed him out of the way. Swords were already flinging itself at them like a Kamikaze and Ajax dexterously dodged before easily kicking its hilt that peeked out from the wooden floor. The sword disappeared into a wisp of smoke meanwhile he used the fishing pole as a bat. He swung the swords away from them. “They’re just possessed swords, treat it as if it’s a Tenebris.” Ajax reminded her before controlling the movement of the swords. He tilted them until they were completely horizontal in the air, flying towards each other and destroying two swords at once.

This ship was haunted, that’s for sure which meant the treasures were real. He slammed a foot against the deck, his voice boomed in the passing wind. “Shut the fuck up.”

Swords were attacking in all directions yet none were able to touch him as Ajax deflected it with his powers, changing its direction. The swords turned against each other, leaving a path of destruction. He worked fast, effectively destroying the tenebrae with one another until he was done with his side. Kaye seemed to finish her side and he walked towards her with an easy laugh. The male was seen as more relaxed, easygoing at the ripe age of seventeen. Smiles were rare but not nonexistent. Walking up to his close friend, he pinched both of her cheeks, stretching it out before letting them go. “What are you afraid of? I have your back. Let’s go to the lower deck. C’mon.”

He led her one floor below deck before bending down to knock on the wood. The hollow echo confirmed his suspicions. There were more than one floor. “This might be the second one and the next one is probably where the treasure hides,” Ajax commented just as he twirled the fishing rod over his wrist in circles. “I told you, fishing rods make great weapons.”

At the age of seventeen, it took Axel, Kai, and Kaye to pull him up away from the hell hole. He appreciated that no one turned their backs on him. Darkness was his sole companion for a while when he killed his first victim during his first exam. There was nothing glory about it, no pride, no joy. It was gruesome and it ate at him inside. He could only pray Kaye never has to go through an exam. If between the two of them, he would gladly go in her place, whatever required to keep that smiling countenance in place. The two of them stood, looking around with only the light from above illuminating the room. He scanned around and as expected, tenebrae lurked in the shadows, using darkness as a veil. As if he saw movement coming towards her, Ajax grabbed Kaye’s wrist, pulling her close into his arms as the tenebris missed its target.

“It’s a ferret tenebrae. A beast and it’s fast.” However he was slightly wrong, it wasn’t just one ferret but a whole group of them. The duo was soon encircled inside with no other way out.

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Kaia Eden Nightingale
”Did you hear about the guy who jumped off a bridge in Paris? He was in Seine! Ha-ha!” ​

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Protect Don Cielo’s || Requiem City || Kaia & Lance || In Progress​

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It was good that Lance was joking about her sister or else he’ll be the first one she stepped on with her new pair of heels. Kaia smiled felicitously at the man crumbled on the floor. “Sweetie, get up. Wouldn’t want anyone telling you that a girl beat your ass, right?” said Kaia with a humorless laugh. The grunt got up to take a swing which she easily dodged. Eventually, more lackeys surrounded Kaia when they realized that she was putting one of their friend down in shame. Out of nowhere, a veil of smoke surrounded them and brunette was suddenly nowhere to be seen. She headlock one of grunt with one arm, choking him until he passed out. White smoke surrounded her and them again and they began to choke, cough, tearing up, lowering their guard. Using the hilt of her dagger, she jammed it against one of their jugular repeatedly. Two down, quite a few more to go.

At the call of her name, Kaia stepped out of the smoke zone with a smile. Her left cheek had a splatter of blood and she looked in her zone. A sugary smile appeared on her face and she shrugged, “A bunch of boys, you know, being boys. If they wanted my attention, they didn’t have to go through all of this. You just needed to give me shoes if you wanted me to love you,” she sighed softly, amusement in tone. “And you, Lance?” she remarked, walking towards him. “Does your arm hurt from punching? Still need a kiss for your boo boo?” Kaia laughed, “I’m kidding.”

Their exchanges were casual and she would have kissed his boo boo for reals if a man didn’t attack them from behind. There were a rather large number of them and only the duo to take care of the restaurant. She sighed, removing herself from Lance’s side, allowing him to take care of the unexpected thug. She increased the opacity of the smoke, making it denser and incredibly difficult to open eyes without inhaling it causing a coughing fit.

Kaia preferred using weapons when she can considering her powers work best for prolong fights and torture. But she didn’t like the mentality or prolong suffering, it was distasteful and disgusting if anything. The brunette removed the smoke while the thugs inside were hacking their lungs for fresh air. “Oh Lanceeeee, I think I’m beating you in the amount of men I’m taking outtt,” she teased in a singing voice. Kaia quickly jabbed the handle of her dagger once more next to a thug’s bottom of the ear, where the pressure point lies, knocking him unconscious immediately. A girl had to learn how to defend herself after all.

“Ooo, three down.”

Males began to choke from lack of oxygen, two passed out while she released the rest from her stronghold. Gasping for breath, their movements were sluggish and slacking. Their attacks towards her could easily be dodged and Kaia grinned as she shouted, “Five, Lance. How many did you take out, babe?”

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[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Katerina Vilken
Monster Raid || In Progress
Partner: Quinn Elenion Aura

What a bitch. Kat gripped her bladed brass knuckles harder, angered by the Syndicate girl. She only cared about whatever would help her. It was infuriating. She channeled this anger into fighting the tenebrae. A hard, Quinn-fueled punch landed right into the stomach of a bipedal, the blade going straight out of the other side of the tenebrae. She couldn't tell if her blade had actually gone through organs or anything- did tenebrae even possess organs? When she pulled her blade out, the tenebrae became a whisp, leaving only a coating of blood on the metal. She continued with this tactic. getting into a sort of rhythm with slaying the bipedals. Slash. Punch. Rip. Whisp. Slash. Punch. Rip. Whisp. Slash. Punch. Rip. Whisp. Turning anger into aggressive fighting was perhaps her greatest skill. Soon, she was covered in blood and sweat, only the latter being her own. Nothing in the world existed except her, her blades, and the tenebrae. Everything else became a blurred background. The Magister in training forgot that even the guardsmen, who were now impressed by her rising kill count, existed. In time, only a third of the original group were left.

Katerina was only brought out of this trance like state when she heard the loud screech of the crustacean-mimicking monster. Her head snapped to the side to see the scene while she ripped her blade out of the bipedal she had lodged both her blades into. Quinn had shoved a spear into a crack in the thing's exoskeleton. A lightbulb went off for Kat. The whole deal with the creature was that it had thick armor and that was why it was so difficult to kill. If they could penetrate this, they could kill it. Quinn had proven this with her tactic. The problem was that many of the blades were too large to get into the cracks unless the creature was getting ready to strike. That meant that the likelihood for death was high. In this situation, Kat considered herself the absolute best weapon. Firstly, she was crazy enough to put herself in harms way without a second thought. Additionally, her anima was exactly what they needed: if she could get close enough, she could get a blade into the creature, and then she could use her metal manipulation to elongate it, getting it very deep into the tenebrae. It was better than just landing flesh wounds. She could do some real damage. Changing the form of metal without physically molding it was a much more difficult move, but she could manage it a couple times before being completely exhausted.

This sort of thing was exactly what she signed up for. With absolutely no regard for her own physical safety, she was more than excited to try this. She ran to a group of guards and shouted, as loud as she could, "Focus on attacking the right, I'm going to get the left!" Tenebrae couldn't understand English, could they? Well, she doubted the thing would be paying attention to her anyway. She sprinted around to the left side while the guards focused more heavily on attacking the right. They were a distraction for the beast. She hoped it wouldn't cause casualties, but she couldn't think of a better strategy. The brunette heard the monster screech and start trying to fight off guards on the right. It began moving its legs, trying to turn so it was facing the right side. She took this opportunity. The motion made parts of the exoskeleton reveal cracks that opened and closed back up in response to movement of the legs. Kat sprinted towards the space between the second and third leg, taking off with a jump as she got closer. She used this momentum and shoved her firsts forward, forcing the blades of her weapon into the exposed flesh, and, in the same heartbeat, using as much of her anima as she could to elongate them once they pierced the skin. The blades responded by becoming thinner and longer and going much deeper into the creature than they originally would have.

Unfortunately for Kat, while this did cause the creature pain, it also caused a reflex. The creature thrashed and kicked, forcing her to let go of her modified brass knuckles. This reflex also resulted in the tenebrae landing a hard blow across the girl's stomach with its legs which had enough strength to send her flying. She hit the ground several yards away. To say it hurt would be an understatement. The wind was knocked out of her. It took her a second to breathe after that. Once she could, she was panting hard and swearing loudly. Every obscenity known was coming out of her mouth while she tried to stand back up. It was hard to discern who had been hurt more: her or the tenebrae? Not allowing herself to come off as weak, the Vice President grit her teeth and pushed herself back up to her feet. There was a decent amount of blood pooling where she'd stabbed the thing. It seemed like through all the trashing the blades had dislodged from inside the creature and resulted in blood loss. Brown eyes swept the area, landing on a glint of a metal. To her luck, it was right around where the monster was. It would be dangerous to get them back, so she'd need a new weapon if she wanted to repeat the same tactic, though it would be much more difficult. Fooling someone once was simple. Fooling someone twice was exponentially more difficult. The same idea applied to tenebrae, which was now trying to move without putting weight on the left second and third legs in an effort to not exacerbate the wound further.

Katerina was proud of her work, but didn't have nearly as much time to admire it as she would have liked. She needed a weapon and fast if she didn't want to get hurt. Her eyes scoured the ground for some kind of metal, but didn't turn up much other than tenebrae blood and broken piece of guard armor that weren't really big enough to help her attack. This was a setback she wasn't happy about. Asking for a weapon would make her needy and/or deprive someone of theirs; she'd figure this out herself. If nothing else, she'd put herself in danger and retrieve her own from the ground next to the largest monster. With that thought, she began to make her way back towards the fight.

 

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QUEST # 3
STARAPPLE ORCHARD

Location: Tref Village

AXEL LUXFORÉAS
Team: Octavius Harred Makomin
Status: In Progress​

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His back against a tree, Axel in fascination watched as the brunette did his work. Blood manipulation. Who knew it could be useful in other ways but killing? “I didn’t know,” was all his replied was towards Octavius, though despite his words, his tone showed no hint of remorse. “You know, your anima has great potential,” Axel commented, picking up a starapple from a tree before nonchalantly biting into it, though he wasn’t sure what he would get in return. The other didn’t seem to fancy his anima as much as Axel fancied his. But blood manipulation. Think about all the possibilities. They would have made a good team, if only the quest had involved much more than picking apples…

Speaking of interesting courses of events, soon yet another rustle could be heard. At first faint, soon growing clearer. It was footsteps- no, not of one. There were many; rapid and growing. Soon, snouts emerged from the shadows of the trees, steps replaced with growls. In a matter of seconds, twelve wolves encircled them, leaving no space for escape. Who wanted to escape anyway? Mr. Palmer whimpered as it slipped himself beneath Octavius’ legs, trembling in fear and perhaps holding itself back not to pee over the brunette’s shoes.

“That had to be the worst dog I’ve ever seen…” Axel muttered, before reverting his gaze back towards the pack of wolves. They had fought countless of tenebrae before, sizes that doubled or even tripled these wolves combined. It shouldn’t have been hard work for them anyway. They were merely wolves, vegetarian to add it up. The two of them could’ve killed them with a snap of a finger- hell, Axel could take them all out with a snap of a finger by himself. But the deal was to not kill any of them, and it was quest requirement. He wasn’t going this far only to fail because he overdid it.

The blonde reached out towards his partner, snatching the bag of chips away from him before…throwing a handful towards the wolves’ direction. The wolves turned all their heads at once, stopping in motion so abruptly it seemed comical. Axel scoffed in amusement, though it only lasted for a while before, with a shrug from the wolves, their attention snapped back towards the pair, growling and ignoring the scatter of chips on the ground.

“Well that clearly didn’t work…” Axel muttered, looking over his shoulder at Octavius. “I say we split it 50-50, yeah Tav?” the blonde smiled before turning towards his own six wolves. At least he could split them evenly…unlike with some people. Taking them all out at once would’ve been an easier and faster choice, yet Axel would never waste a single opportunity of seeing Octavius using his anima. If he planned on using it, that is…

“Alright pups, time to have some fun,” the blonde said casually, unwavering from his spot as the beasts continuously advanced towards them. Eyes glinting malevolently, he set his attention towards one of them, the biggest of them all. Most likely the Alpha then. He cracked his knuckles, waiting for them to come a bit closer before- with a flick of his hand, the wolf collapsed upon the ground. Axel continued to raise his hand, a grin spread wide across his face as he conducted his orchestra of death. Feet tossing around the ground, the wolf whimpered as its body tensed as untensed, eyes rolling around without direction. The rest of the wolves remained in place, circling their leader as they began to poke around with their snouts, whimpering all the same. Then all together, the healthy wolves turned towards him, their malice wiped from their expressions, replaced by identical horror in their eyes. What have you done with our leader? they seemed to say.

The blonde took another bite of his starapple, making a mental countdown of five before- The collapsed wolf took a sharp intake of breath, its ears perked up as it frantically looked around. With that, it darted away, back towards the woods, with its minions following suite just behind, whimpering as they did so. Pathetic. Axel laughed as he turned to face the brunette, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Need a hand?”
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QUEST # 3
PROTECT THE BOSS

Location: Requiem City

LOUIS BLUTMOND
Team: Elizabeth Coben fancries1
Status: In Progress​

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Louis hated to admit it, but the platinum blonde haired female did have a point. He couldn’t just tattle tale one asshole to another. To the King of Assholes, to be exact… What was he thinking? For what reason would Sebastian be on his side? He did know that the male was neither very fond of the Genesis boy, nor was he too fond of Eliza either. Belladonna, on the other hand, was like a sister to him. And that other guy with the curly hair. Despite not having frequent interaction with the older German, Louis knew just enough how he felt about the rest of them. Not Ethan though, pretty sure the two laid with each other at one point in life. Perhaps assholes tend to stay with each other anyway.

As he heard that Eliza had taken a recording, his expression brightened. Right, that’s what he was missing! What would be the good of telling anyone if he didn’t have proof? Holding himself back from shouting IN YOUR FACE at Bella, he turned towards the other girl and gave her a thumbs up. The brunette flinched to the nickname the platinum haired woman had given him. Little Blutmond. “For the record, I am taller than Sebastian,” he grumbled, shooting her a bitter look and opened his mouth. For once he wished had his cousin’s wit, that telling her off with one or two sentences of well-constructed insults would be delightful. But he had nothing. But he had nothing.

The brunette closed his mouth once more, frowning as he waved the thought off before he marched out the door. The group went down the staircase, ignoring the guard’s perplexed expressions when they saw Bella and them carrying Jasmine in burrito form, but knew better not to ask. They exited the mansion and within moments found themselves packed inside a cab, Louis taking the courtesy of being shotgun as he was the only male. “To Lord Jamar’s mansion,” he told the driver, showing him the address. Briefly, from the corner of his eyes he saw Jasmine made a little flinch.

The ride went out, neither of them saying much more. Eliza is perhaps still upset, Bella overly annoyed, and Jasmine… Perhaps he had underestimated her feelings. Forced marriage should have been rough, he out of everyone should know that. Respect the traditions, fall in line, all those crap. The Genesis boy looked over his shoulder, giving the duke’s daughter a pitied look. She, with her head being the only thing peeking out of her rolls of burrito blanket, gazed out of the side window, her eyes longing and…sad. Briefly his gaze snapped towards Eliza, as though asking for opinions, but then it had quickly reverted back towards Jasmine. “Hey,” he started. “Uh, maybe we can-”

“Don’t.”

Louis bit back his responses. Perhaps she was right. Letting her out of that burrito form mightn’t have been a great idea after all. They sat in silence once more, Louis contemplating more and more whether this was a good idea. But what does he know about making decisions? He made tons of bad decisions in his life, like that time he had pulled the trigger… But then-

It was in the middle of the road, the car moving at its top speed and other cars beside it also moving in top speed. Seems like Mission Impossible? Jasmine hooked the lock with her teeth, pulling the door open before she jumped out, rolled around the road in her burrito, squirming like a worm. Louis’ eyes widen to the size of saucers. “WHAT. THE. FUCK-” he choked out before finally gaining enough consciousness to shout at the driver. “STOP THE CAB. I REPEAT STOP THE BLOODY CAB!”

But the driver too seemed to be in too much shock to respond, moreover to do anything reasonable. Instead, Louis just hopped through the seat, stomping his foot upon the brakes. As the car went into a halt, Louis flung his own door wide open, perhaps to nonchalantly wide that cars behind theirs threw their wheels aside, crashing to another car beside them. The Genesis boy pulled a face, muttering an inaudible sorry. But for now they had more pressing matters to catch up with.

He stepped out the car, peaking his head in at the two girls at the back seat. The most reasonable thing to do was to ask them to stay put, making Eliza guard Bella so she wouldn’t run away. But he wasn’t sure he could take out Jasmine all by himself (After pulling that Ethan Hunt worthy of stunt all by herself? No way). “Let’s go search for her together,” he said instead before slamming the door close, though just within seconds opened it again and shoved a few coins in the driver’s hand, smiling weakly as he apologized briefly towards him, before exiting again. His eyes quickly went to where the girl had fell earlier, but her rolls of blankets were inhabited, and there was no hint of a raven haired girl anywhere at all. So then, their hide and seek begins.
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[Polaris.]

A J A X
”Seeing people change isn’t what hurts the most. It’s remember who they used to be.”​

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The Docks || Requiem City || Ajax & Axel || In Progress ​

An apple in each hand, Ajax munched on the apple with his right and played toss up with the one on his left. He meandered from his dorm down the familiar pavement, passed a few bushes before a tall building entered his view. Rarely did Ajax ever traveled elsewhere apart from his room, the rooftop, and the library but there was always time for new adventures. With a tired sigh, he contemplated on whether it would be a good idea or not. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to go around getting what he wanted but threats wasn’t working and Ajax didn’t lower himself down enough to beg. He headed inside, recalling that one time where Axel took him to his room when he forgot to bring lunch and Ajax grudgingly followed because he was hungry.

It’s common knowledge that the blonde had no issues taking photos of others but he hated pictures of his own. And surprises? Those can burn in hell. A week after the animal farm, the male has been finding ways to remove that picture to no avail. Wherever it was, it was cleverly hidden. His right hand grabbed the doorknob, attempting to turn it yet it was locked from the inside. Axel wasn’t home. Google has permanently replaced the other blonde as Ajax’s best friend considering how useful it was when googling “How to break in” unlike Axel who wouldn’t give up the location of the picture.

When Axel proposed a trade, the Syndicate member stood his ground.

“Fuck no.”

It didn’t matter though. He pulled out a metal card he obtained from the school library, twisting the doorknob once more for good measure before jabbing the card into the hole where the door meets the wall. It took several tries, some hardcore jamming before the metal card slid in between the shallow hole and the latch bolt. One quick push and he was in. The metal card was bent, as a result, but it didn’t matter so much. The door was gently closed behind him and locked to keep intruders out. Ajax took a quick look at the room, eyes analyzing crafty places where things would be hidden.

Right there. He lifted the trash can, narrowing his eyes when nothing laid beneath. Axel has gotten craftier. Underwear drawers possibly. That’s where girls hid their valuables according to Kaye. Ajax pulled out drawers after drawers yet found nothing to leading to the photograph. There were just expensive looking outwear and other shit. Crunch. One finishing bite and he was done with his first apple. He played basketball with it, tossing it up in the air and watching it land perfectly in the trash thanks to his anima. Ajax left the second apple on Axel’s desk like a thief’s signature. His eyes wandered to the mini fridge. It had to be in the fridge, where else would it be?

He opened the fridge and a grin was immediate. Eureka!

Axel didn’t forget to pack lunch. Where was the guy anyways? Forgetting about his original mission, Ajax took out the plastic container of porridge and two bottles of water. It required a lot of liquid to swallow Axel’s horrendous creations. The microwave laid on top of the fridge similar to many dorm rooms and he shoved it in, pressing three minutes because the hotter it is, the more he can’t actually taste it. The beeping signaled the food was ready, piping hot for consumption and Ajax stole a clear plastic spoon. He plopped onto the floor, leaning against the bed taking a bite of the chicken porridge. His throat screamed for him to stop. It tasted like sandpaper. How porridge can have a rough texture was baffling and why the fuck is the chicken black? What magical ingredient was in this shit was probably better off left unknown to humankind. Torture would rather be easy. Feed someone this and secrets would spill like flowing water. But he ate it anyways, drinking water with each bite to clean his palate.

The shallow footsteps became clearer by the minute, stopping just in front of the door. The key entered and with a click, Axel entered his room only to see Ajax on the floor with food in his hand.

Motherfucker.

He was caught redhanded but Ajax expressed an impression of bored insouciance. His head tilted right with a complacent smirk leisurely appearing on his visage. His confidence was the only way out of it and so was his ability to deceive. ”So you finally decided to show up. Took you long enough. Ready for the dock quest?” His implication was obvious. They had a rendezvous for the day and Axel missed the mark. The blonde hurled the plastic spoon into the waste basket, handed Axel back the empty container of food and patted his shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

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[Makomin]

Uriah Kershaw

Interaction: Ajax Polaris. and Jasmine Aster
Quest: Protect Don Cielo's
Status: In progress
Location: Requiem City
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The overall food was actually quite brilliant if Uriah had to say so himself. Having worked in a restaurant before, an Italian one (what a coincidence) at that, he knew more than the average Joe about Italian- well, food in general. He wouldn't say he was a connoisseur but his experience in the kitchen is not to be underestimated at the very least. As such, the carbonara in front of him now painted a picture of a little hut with an old couple placing a pizza dough aside to rest. He was brought to reality when the food Ajax ordered, all the food arrived, his eyes glinted. The blond helped himself and reached forward to take a spoonful of risotto.

"It's not watery," Uriah Kershaw mumbled to himself before grinning widely as he continued with his own food. Just then, as the Genesis president stood up, he then licked the fork that he was eating from before pointing it at the female, "Wait. Aren't you Italian, Jas?" He then gestured to the food before saying, "This tastes really good, I'm telling you." When the female replied him, he then continued on with his food as the door bell chimed once before it was pushed back albeit too roughly.

He wasn't really bothered but when a man that resembled like an egg made his way to the middle of the room, Uriah turned to look at him as he demanded to know where Don Cielo was. Uriah turned to Ajax before gesturing to them with his head, "Do something, Jax." Just as he said that, the other blond threw the same words back at him. Well, almost the same. It was obvious the other male wanted to enjoy his food and not do anything, other than possibly guarding the two tablesful of food. The blond merely laughed before standing up and walking over to sit next to Ajax.

Uriah Kershaw wrapped his arms around the other's males shoulders before saying, "I know we're best friends and all that but Jasmine would kill us if we did anything. I mean, I don't mind but-" Just then, the bald man who was yelling a few seconds ago turned to the duo. They were the only one who seemed fine with the atmosphere at the moment while the other restaurant patrons either went out through the back door or was trying to not to even move an inch.

"You two! You two know where Don Cielo is, ay? Ya'll better cough him up or Sarvio and Ernest's fists will be feelin' a lil' bit lonely. Ya' get the picture?" He said before gesturing to the two males standing behind him. They were probably his right and left hand men. Or to be more exact, the main guys who beat people up. Uriah then raised an eyebrow before saying, "Why should we though? We're just here to eat."

The bald man seemed really surprised that someone actually talked back to him without stuttering or fear. He wasn't at the slightest bit happy. "Nobody and I mean nobody, lie to Giovanni. Least of all, you two and that scumbag, Don Cielo. If ya'll ain't gonna cough him up, my two boys will have to help me instead." the leader, Giovanni then used the index finger on his right hand to gesture to the two blonds. Sighing, Uriah merely leaned his forehead against Ajax's shoulder before saying, "I guess we're going to die. What now?"

 

[Makomin]

Octavius Harred

Interaction: Axel s e v e n
Quest: Strapple Orchards
Status: In progress
Location: Tref Forest​

The brunet patted the dog once again on its head before he stood upright at the sound of the entrance of the wolves. Octavius Harred has and had always loved animals, even wolves and to be honest, he was quite happy at the fact that he didn't need to kill any animals at all, especially the wolves. He understood where they came from- the land was once their territory (he assumed) and they needed to survive too. In this case, the apples were more convenient as they fell off the trees due to them being ripe. "Imagine if I start becoming like y-" he was about to reference Axel but he didn't want to sound mean. "I would be mean like someone here." He frowned at the male, almost like a pout before turning to the pack of wolves begin to inch their way towards the two of the males.

"I'll do it." Octavius Harred was never one to actually indulge in violence or any of the like. It was mainly because of his own reputation. Because he was a bigger man than most others his age, he was automatically stereotyped or labelled as a thug of a sort. It was really weird. One day, someone actually moved away from him because they assumed he was going to break their bones or something. Hence why Octavius has a phobia of a sort when it comes to using his anima. Blood manipulation to top off the tall and buff guy who rarely smiles. What a combination.

As the wolves approached him, he turned to look at the blond, only to find that he had already dealt with his share of the pack. Octavius said aloud, "It's okay. Not all doggos are brave." He then lifted his hand up before moving his index finger up, in motion. Soon after, a trail of blood begin to flow out of each of the six wolves before disappearing into the ground. Soon after, they collapsed and Octvaius merely bent down to pick his basket up. He had taken out quite an amount of blood in the wolves' bodies to cut off the oxygen supply present in the blood, making them pass out. The concept was the same as donation one's blood. After donating a certain amount, the donor begins to feel weak because of the lack of oxygen present in the haemoglobin of the blood. He applied the same principle here whereby the blood he 'extracted' from the wolves (adding onto the fact that they had less energy due to being hungry), they fainted.

"They'll be out for about an hour." The brunet said casually before smiling down at Mr Palmer. "It's okay, Mr Palmer, you're a good doggo." He then gave it another head rub before making his way to Axel, hands on his hips (the basket too) before getting up in the male's face. He was trying to look annoyed but he only looked like his usual self. "You wasted the chips." He then placed his hand on the male's shoulder before saying, "First, you give Mr Palmer and now, the wolves but they didn't eat it." Octavius then squinted his eyes at the blond before saying, "You need to be punished."

Straight after that, he took the male's backpack before carrying it and making his way to Mr Palmer yet again, "I'm eating the chips all by myself."

 

[Sasil]

Kaye Nightingale: A Dreamer​

➣ The Treasure​

➣ Interactions : Ajax Polaris.
➣ Status: In progress​

If there had been time to comment on AJ's little joke about his 'fishing pole' she would have. But within moments of appearing on the ship, the sword deciding that the two of them where trespassers and death was the only fitting punishment. While AJ dealt with the first batch of swords, Kaye ignored the booming voice that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. In a way with the flying swords she was able to focus on not getting stabbed through the heart.

While AJ had most of the blades on his tail, Kaye dealt with the remaining three. While she wasn't able to control things much like AJ was she could move quick enough to have the blades destroyed on the walls and debree around her. It was times like this that Kaye wished that she was able to control the wind or something simple--this wasn't what was working at all.

It took a lot of moving and hitting the blades with metal she found lying around before the swords seemed to be left shattered and broke around the ship. "I am really glad you where here." Kaye breathed looking to AJ. Panting ever so slightly she too looked towards the stairs that lead to the lower deck. She swallowed but nodded in silence to AJ. This was his mission, she was only there to help in any kind of way she possibly could. If the few moments of fighting was any type of sign, she wasn't much help.

As they walked down the stairs Kaye quickly dug in her side bag, bringing her sketch book out. Flipping through the pages that lingered in its binding she found a large wolf drawing she had finished a few days ago. Deciding that if, by any case this was going to lead to a bit more bloodshed--she was going to be ready. Ripping the peice from the book she gripped it between her hands and proceeded to walk with AJ.

"At a time like this I wish I had a fishing rod. Or something, after we are done getting the treasure are we still going to go fishing?" Kaye asked walking down the path. The haul groaned with the wind outside, it was eerie to say the least.

A breeze swept past her face, Kaye was brought to Aj's side and the moment she did a beast--more like a large ferret came into view, growling that it had missed its mark.

"Oh my.." Kaye gasped, AJ and her back to back as a group of the ferrets came to surround them. Five lingered around them, any sudden movement would cause for an attack. Kaye cursed quietly under her breath, something she rarely ever did. "If we make any quick moves they are going to charge us." Kaye mumbled looking over her shoulder slightly to AJ, he seemed ready to start the battle.

Kaye had a small plan, she was going to create her beast behind them allowing a sneak attack--but the attack would never happen. The monsters decided they didn't want to wait and charged. Kaye an AJ scattered nearly dodging the attack. Sliding on her hands and knees Kaye flung the paper to the ground, watching as the creature appeared before her eyes. Folding, and manipulating to creat the form of a large wolf with red eyes. Its dark colour blended in with the gloomy floors.

Two of the ferrets attacked her, lucky Kaye was ready and her wolf beast sprung into action aiming for the neck to kill. It moved fast and got the attention of the beasts more then she did. Kaye just hoped that AJ was having alright luck with his battle.​

coded by: Polaris

I close my eyes & I paint my dreams

 

[Sasil]

Lance Baytes​

➣ Defend Don Cielo's
➣ Interactions: Kaia Polaris. .
➣ Status: In progress

Lance dodged an outright leap towards him, a charge much like a bull blinded by red rage. Easy to move out of the way, the man hit the floor with a loud thud earning nothing but a laugh of ridicule towards his direction. "Boys can be such jerks can't they?" Lance admitted shrugging his shoulders. "If you want to kiss my arm after the battle I won't refuse." He winked towards the girl who was back at the fighting. Her technique was Lance, as much as he hated to admit it, he was in awe at her quick thinking and use of her Anima.

Course, with hers she had the advantage. If only he had something like that.

No matter his was fun. He got to be the shit out of people who thought they had all the strength. But it is hard to fight against someone who you can't see or hit.

"I have to wonder what the owner of this place did to cause so many dumb thugs to storm the place." Lance mumbled to himself jumping towards a wall and using the momentum to drop from above onto the skull of a unsuspecting thug. Her smoke was working in an advantage to herself and Lance, at least a little bit. He wasn't able to see as well as he would have wanted too. But this was better, it was exciting--not boring. That itch he had had for a smoke was gone. Now beating dumb fucks heads in? He was good with that.

Turning invisible for only a moment he grabbed the legs of another two thuds, pulling themselves form under them, causing them to hit the floor hard meeting his fist in both of there faces. Raising up he wiped his face, a little sweatier then when they had started this fight. "I really doubt that sweetheart. But if you are, we both know they go after the one with boobs bouncing." he winked at her once again. Such causal flirts the two of them where. "But if this is suddenly a contest, I have take out at least five myself!" he called to her.

"That is enough. You two are a disgrace." A booming voice came from the door as Kaia and Lance seemed to finish up the last of the thugs in the restaurant. The occupence of the restaurant, the customers had mostly fled those who still lingered hiding under tables and screaming to themselves. All very annoying to Lance if he was being completely honest.

"You must be the little hiring my old nemisious hired. Typical to hire little monsters to do his dirty walk." A man walked in seeming to be larger then an Ox in both height and strength. Muscle up top muscle appeared before them. A very unimpressed Ox if Lance was being honest. He almost looked familiar though.

"Do I know you form somewhere?" Lance asked tilting his head to the side he rubbed his chin pondering.

"Tch, I highly doubt it you little twerps. While you took out my men, don't think I will be any easier." he growled in a low booming voice.
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[Elenion Aura]

x QUEST x

The Docks


x STATUS x

Completed


x LOCATION x

Requiem City; Docks


x TEAM x

Zander & The Beans

x MENTIONS x

Jasmine


x TAGS x

normal , normal , normal , normal

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Quest #2: The Docks

This is going... Surprisingly well.

Zander caught himself thinking as he helped one of the younger kids lift a crate up off the loading platform and watched them as they hoofed their way up the gangplank. It felt taboo just to wonder at the fact that they might actually complete a mission without a hitch. There was a near disaster when that Pandoran kid dropped his crate. Luckily, the thing was still in tact, but that didn't stop Zander from weathering a leering gaze from the ship's quartermaster.

They were close to finishing up, now. Only a few crates left. Feeling a swell of pride at the fact that the new kids had managed to not screw anything up on a mission that could only have been one of their first. Zander, sensing that their job was almost done, fetched his shirt from where he'd stowed it on one of the wooden pegs lining the rear mast of the vessel and pulled it over his shoulders. He was busy taking a victory lap, chatting with the ship's captain when he heard it, the sound of shaken earth, of splashing water, and then there it was,

"ZANDER! THE CRATE IS SINKING!"

The captain shouted something, probably ordering his men to get a net, but Zander didn't hear as he rushed to the starboard side and nearly toppled over the railway in his haste to see what all the commotion was about. Three things stuck out immediately, and from them Zander managed to put together a decent picture of what had happened. There was an upheaved roll of earth on the shore, a frantic Louis beside it, and a ways off, a wooden crate slowly sinking beneath the brine of the sea. He'd have to move fast if he was going to save the cargo. Whipping his shirt off and tossing it onto the deck, Zander had one foot up on the wooden guard rail, ready to dive into the deep blue after the sinking crate of goods when something else happened.

Jack, the Pandoran Prefect he'd successfully quested with in the past, in his infinite wisdom, decided to use his Anima to try and save the day. Instead, he had every pair of eyes follow the crate through the air as it soared over Zander's head, the captain's head, and the heads of all the crew members on board, before shattering into a million tiny pieces against a stone wall back on the docks. If looks could kill, Zander felt he'd have dropped dead right then and there. The eyes of the quartermaster, and the rest of the crew for that matter, were boring into his back. Luckily, that crate was the last to be loaded.

Back on solid ground, while the rest of the team picked up the shattered pieces of the lost crate, Zander bargained with the captain, who had half a mind not to pay them at all after that display. He managed to convince him to dock each of them one gold piece to pay for the lost crate, a deal Zander couldn't have been happier with. And if anyone one of those kids tried to complain...

Later that same evening, Zander trudged in the front door of Genesis House, with a gaggle of beans in tow. Jasmine looked up from her spot in the living room, enjoying some quiet alone time, from the looks of it.

"Hey, how'd it go today?"

"About as well as you'd expect." Zander answered frankly, kicking off his boots and dropping into one of the comfy arm chairs that furnished the Genesis House. Before shutting his eyes, he passed Jasmine a look that she probably knew well by now.

Next quest you get to take them.

 

[Elenion Aura]

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Quest: Protect The Boss


Status: In Progress


Location:Outside Requiem City


Team: Quinn & Ophelia( Aster )

Quest #4: Protect The Boss

Ophelia hadn't waited long before trying to work her hooks into the heiress' fragile mind. Quinn heard the two conversing, and from their tone of voice she imaged it seemed to be amicable enough, for now. But she didn't listen to the words. She didn't care. Ophelia could play her little games all she wanted, for as long as this car ride lasted, but once the door opened, and the Duke's daughter was safely delivered to her new home, that would be the end of it. Quinn, on the other hand, passed the time in relative silence. Besides, Ophelia could do enough entertaining for the both of them ten times over. Quinn merely enjoyed the view, watching the trees, and fields as they passed by her passenger's side window. The journey to Lord Jamal's manor took them down a winding, forested road with nary another car for several miles in either direction. The woods appeared surprisingly peaceful, serene even. Quinn could see herself stealing a quiet moment there, beneath the treetops, letting the light steam in. She almost dozed off. As if she would be so lucky.

"What do you think, Quinn?"

"Hm? What?" Quinn blinked, her head lifting from its perch in the crook of her palm. Straightening up in her seat, despite not realizing she'd been slouching, Quinn wheeled her head around to lock eyes with Ophelia, who'd occupied the far window seat in the back row of the limousine. She wore a frank, oblivious expression, having no clue what Ophelia and Jasmine had been discussing, nor any idea what her colleague could possibly expect to gain from including Quinn in her game.

"We were talking about Lord Jamal. What do you think he's like?" Ophelia asked in a sincere tone. Jasmine's eyes were on Quinn now, too.

"I'm sure he's a delight." Quinn broke eye contact first, readjusting in her seat and fixing her eyes forward. She squinted through the front windshield, spying something in the road, something big. What is that? The driver seemed to have spotted it too, and Quinn felt it as the limousine slowed to a halt. A large tree trunk lay across their path. They had room to circumvent it, but it'd be slow going, and would require no small amount of finesse on the part of the driver. That wasn't what concerned her. What did concern her, however, was the fact that the tree lying in the road, blocking their path, had been cut down.

"Stay in the car." Quinn ordered the other three, and expected them to comply if they valued their lives. They had driven right into an ambush. Quinn popped her door open on the right hand passenger's side, stepping out into the crisp forest air one foot at a time. Eyes sharp, she scanned the tree line while her right hand clasped loosely the hilt at her side. Come on, show yourself.

A whirring sound at her left flank immediately alerted Quinn to the present danger, knowing that sound all too well. Instinctively drawing her sword, she transferred the momentum of the draw into a diagonal upward slash through open air.

Clang!

The sound of blade against blade jarred the still calm of the forest road, followed by the sound of a crude throwing dagger clattering to the ground. Quinn laid eyes finally on their ambusher: a boy no older than their charge in the limo. He had a tanned, ruddy complexion topped with a mess of curly black hair.

"Hold on, Jasmine!" He called out to the limo, and from the sound of a commotion inside, Quinn could only assume that Jasmine had not only heard him, but the sound of his voice had somehow elicited a very impassioned reaction from her. Suddenly interested, Quinn assumed this boy was Jasmine's peasant-boy lover. He was obviously low-born, based on the poor state of his clothing, and the fresh gleam of sweat glistening on his brow, probably a result of cutting down that great big tree all by himself. He stepped out onto the road, a simple rapier in his hand, and made an attempt to approach the limousine... An attempt that was met with the raising of Quinn's blade: a not-so-subtle warning not to take a single step closer.

"I take no quarrel with you." Said the boy as he circled around, Quinn mirroring his movements, their swords drawn and angled toward the other. "Set Jasmine free and we'll be on our way." Quinn could tell from the conviction in his voice that he wouldn't be turned away without a fight. Unfortunately, neither would she.

"That's not gonna happen."

"I see... Then I'm sorry. There's nothing for it. En garde!" He lunged. Faster than expected. Quinn parried, barely. She hadn't been expecting him to have any sort of training, and that was her mistake. She back pedaled, losing ground, and the boy pursued, pressing a perceived advantage. Their swords clashed, again and again, as they danced one around the other, neither giving an inch of ground. They appeared evenly matched.

Their swords crossed, and Quinn leaned her weight into the blade, shoving her opponent backwards, creating a distance between them, and a lull in the dance. "You're good. How'd a twerp like you learn to fight like that?" Quinn's words sounded harsh, but they were sincere.

"I have practiced every day for this moment. To free her, I--." His voice faltered. The boy'is eyes lingered on the limousine once more, which had grown eerily quiet. "Jasmine! Are you--" Quinn interrupted his call with the tip of her blade, slashing at his throat. He ducked to evade, rose up and countered with such ferocity that he actually managed to slice Quinn across the cheek.

Blood trickled down the side of her face, and Quinn, scowling, wiped it away with the back of her hand. Luckily, the pain was far from debilitating. The two swordsmen faced off once more, blades angled towards the other's throat, gearing up to go at it once again, only this time Quinn was pissed. The boy struck out first, lunging for a vital area. Quinn parried his rapier away with the flat of her own sword, and began a telegraphed over-the-head slash, knowing that her opponent would read it and react preemptively. As expected, the boy's rapier was there to meet Quinn's blade as it fell. However, he was not clairvoyant enough to predict the spontaneous appearance of second blade in Quinn's offhand, which she used to slice at the forearm of his sword-bearing arm. Blood sprayed, and the rapier fell from his grip. Quinn punched forward with the pommel of her right blade, crashing into the boy's chin, knocking him on his back. When he tried to rise, she stepped on his chest, a sword pointed at his neck.

Even still, he struggled to stand. Quinn had to admire his spirit. A swift kick to the head knocked him out cold. Quinn dragged his body to the side of the road, and used a scrap of his tattered clothes to bind up the wound on his arm. She left the rapier and dagger at his side and returned to the limousine. In the middle of all that, the driver had managed to squeeze around the fallen tree, and they were free again to advance. They were not far now.

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[fancries1]

Elizabeth Coben
The Flame's Resistance
Location: Academy Training Grounds
Status: In Progress
Team: Jasmine Aster

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Elizabeth heard Jasmine's cries and orders, knowing Jasmine wanted her to prove her worth. To prove she was strong enough to be a Genesis prefect. Despite knowing both her status as prefect and life were at risk, she didn't stop running. The fear of being burnt alive clouded her mind like a deadly cloud of smoke, making her unable to think and more importantly, react properly.

She was running out of options, and her legs were burning in their desperate plea to slow down their owner. Her anima would be useless in this situation, or so she thought. Could apparitions feel pain? She doubted it. They weren't immortal, but they weren't human either. For all she knew, the monster might even enjoy the pain. Or her attempt would just make it even angrier. That, and she was so out of practice she didn't think herself capable of giving the creature anything more than a headache.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a rather large ball of flames came flying directly at her. Unlike the smaller ones that had only targeted her feet and legs, this one was so high up she felt the heat in her back before she threw herself on the ground. The ball had made impact on her back, and she began rolling on the floor to put out the flames. When they finally gave out, Elizabeth turned her head to find a long iron tube, probably from the previous training exercises. Finally, a weapon. Salvation.

Elizabeth stood up with the tube in her hands, groaning as the pain of the burn soared through her back. Yet she didn't ask Jasmine for mercy. Not again. She'd already faced enough humiliation for one day. Instead, she located her enemy, who was now returning to the training dummies - probably thinking she was dead or too injured to move.

"Come on! You great, ugly beast! Don't you want a piece of me? I've had better fights with my brother, and he can't even tie his own shoelaces!" She screamed, taunting the dragon and affectively getting it's attention once more. As it flew towards her, she placed the tube over her shoulder like a baseball bat. When the dragon arrived, it got nothing more than a tube to the face from an angry, yet incredibly frightened, Elizabeth.

While the great beast was recovering from the blow, Elizabeth continued swinging her weapon over the dragon over and over again. Hitting the dragon's head over and over again, until it gave a mighty roar and swung its long tail around, hitting Elizabeth right in her abdomen and sending her flying to the other dummies.

She couldn't get up. In fact, she didn't move at all. All she could feel was the stinging pain of the burns in her back, the impact of the fall, and the fact that she'd lost one tooth after making contact with the floor. While she remained on the ground, she heart a faint, yet familiar ringing in her ears. The one she used whenever she used her anima to give her brother and other wrongdoers faint headaches during class. She was giving the dragon the full might of her power. And in her current state, that was nothing more than a faint headache. However, it was enough to confuse the dumb creature. Upon feeling the uncomfortable pain in his brain, he began rubbing his head with its tail. Which then turned to it hitting its head with its brain, probably thinking it would kill whatever was making his head hurt. As this went on, Elizabeth turned to Jasmine and gave her a bloody smile.

"Jas? The thing isn't gonna stop hitting itself until I stop giving him headaches. Can we call it a truce?"

code by pasta

 

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QUEST # 3
STARAPPLE ORCHARD

Location: Tref Village

AXEL LUXFORÉAS
Team: Octavius Harred Makomin
Status: Completed​

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The blonde watched intently as trails of red began emerging atop of each of the wolves, his eyes glinting in utter fascination like a child watching a play. A gruesome play. As the beasts collapsed upon the ground, Axel grinned and reached out to give the brunet a pat on the shoulder, but held himself when the other didn’t seem as amused as he was. “Well done Tavvy,” was all he said, before cocking up an eyebrow at the word punished. “You want me punished?” he asked, feigning a look that almost resembled a kicked puppy. The blonde watched as his companion made his way towards his backpack and snatched it like it was his own. Axel didn’t mind, truthfully. He had gotten used to the concept that those chips he bought with his money never truly belonged to him anyway. A state of mind he trained himself with Ajax way back then.

“How dreadful. Oh do spare me, your grace,” Axel stated sarcastically, chuckling as he shifted his attention towards the fruits. Might as well get to work now if they wanted to get it finished…ever. With that, so the pair got moving, not another conversation exchanged besides meaningless statements (occasionally complaints about how useless their quest was, or how hard it was to differentiate a non-ripe fruits from the ripes). However, in just a merely additional thirty minutes, the pair had made their way towards the final tree yet, shifting their ladder and propping it against the final wooden surface. One by one, they dropped the starapples on top of the already filled up baskets and sooner than they had expected, their task of the day was finished.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it Tavvy?” the blonde asked, smiling at him as he slid down the ladder, collecting the fallen starpples and placed them back inside his baskets. Of course, quite not as exciting as tenebrae involving quests, yet supposedly witnessing one of the rare chances of Octavius making use of his anima is worth it. Mr. Palmer made a whimpering noise, as though understanding that they were done. The wolves had escaped their sights before they even knew it, leaving none of their trails behind. Scared is right; not every day they get to see their blood just trailing out of their bodies whilst fighting gravity at the same time.

Axel picked up his now empty backpack and sling it over his shoulder as the pair, each carrying three baskets of starapples, made their way back towards the Palmers’ small house. There sat the old woman by a rocking chair, stroking Mr. Palmer on her lap. Her eyes narrowed initially, but soon she nodded to herself, retreating in her house as she muttered a low wait under her breath. Within just a few minutes, the woman had returned with two identical leather pouches of money in hand. “That was very nice of you two to help out,” she stated as she handed them their rewards. “You boys earned it.” Mr. Palmer barked and leapt off her laps, nuzzling back and forth between Octavius’ legs, whimpering as if it was crying for their farewell. It growled when it looked at Axel, though.

“Yeah. I’ll miss you too, little buddy,” Axel said, chuckling as he bent down, reaching out to pet the mongrel, only for it to snarl at him even more. Mrs. Palmer slipped between them and retracted her husband pet dog. The blonde could’ve sworn she snarled at him as well. “I think we’re done here,” the woman stated as she escorted the pair, through her dark living room and out the front door. Finally, as the sun was high in the sky, the two found themselves walking away from Palmer’s Starpple Orchards, Mrs. Palmer waving at them from the door frame with Mr. Palmer cradled in her hand, still growling at the blonde. Axel looked over his shoulder at them, baring his teeth and in that moment the dog whimpered. He sniggered before turning towards the other male. Instantly, the thought of going back to the Academy and confronting more paperwork struck to him. Axel pulled out his phone, checking the time. They still had time to spare, and going back now would be a waste. After all, they had Khione in student council, so what’s to worry?

“Hey. Might as well look around while we’re here, get something to eat maybe?” the blonde suggested, smiling at Octavius as he took his hand and pulled him over anyway, whether they liked it or not.
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QUEST # 7
THE DOCKS

Location: Requiem City

AXEL LUXFORÉAS
Team: Ajax Polaris.
Status: In Progress​

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A book carried in one arm, another propped open in the other, the young Syndicate male walked along the dorms, passing through the halls nonchalantly with his nose buried in text. It was a Saturday morning, one of the days that they had a break from their hours of studies and training, where they could wake up at any time they wanted and do anything at all that they wanted. The young boy personally hated day offs- he didn’t know what to do. It was always pleasant to have work to keep his mind distracted, yet here he was, on his way from the library after borrowing a few books to read for the weekend.

Fiction had always been his best way of escaping reality, where his mind would be too preoccupied to think of anything at all. It’s a bit sad, true, but the boy felt he was slowly learning to come into terms with his tragic past. Or was he escaping? He wasn’t sure. Fiction had always been his best friend; they could make him believe that there was a happy ending for everyone, that there was a chance for even him. Even if it was just for a little while. Then there was Ajax. Ajax was…his fiction in real life. Perhaps his only way of salvation, if he was feeling extra cheesy. Books kind of had that effect anyway, they turn you into a drama queen for the first fifteen minutes after reading it, not like he wasn’t one in the first place.

Going past the halls that had become familiar to him over the few months being in the Academy, Axel had managed to maneuver through them without once looking up from his book. Once he reached his room, however, a minor sense of shock went through him as he entered his key and found his door already unlocked. The Syndicate boy didn’t have a roommate, and he never recalled of having given his key to anyone at all, nor did he imagine anyone would feel the need going in his room. Did he get the wrong number? Axel looked up to the number on the door. Pretty sure not. Was there…a thief?

Trembling slightly from the thought, Axel looked left and right, wondering if he should call someone. What if they had a gun? What was he going to do, threaten them with flickering lights? In the end, however, he decided to push the door slowly, anxiously peeking his head inside. He left the door ajar, ready to run for it if it did turn out to be some mass murdering psychopath. His hand quickly reached for an umbrella by the door, trading his books for it and placed them onto the table very quietly. Hands clutched firmly on its handle, considering to make the run for it now because fuck seeing first. Curiosity won over in the end, and he advanced nonetheless. However, he wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed when he saw that it was merely his “salvation” in the kitchen, looking like a complete hobo minus their travel bags.

Ajax was squatting by the corner, his mouth stuffed and looking exactly like a chubby hamster. As much as it was a relief, it was at the same time aggravating, Axel wasn’t sure whether to run and hug him or slap him. “When I told you once to make yourself at home, it doesn’t mean that you could come in whenever you feel like it,” Axel said, quickly tossing the umbrella aside. Because he totally wasn’t scared before nor was he prepared to beat the robber with a freaking umbrella. “I was in the library, I tried calling you but- wait. How the hell did you even get in here anyway?” Axel asked, furrowing his brows. “How and why? You know that the food is for you anyway, you don’t have to steal.” He sighed, taking the container and placed it in the sink for him to wash later.

Locking the door behind him, the pair made their way out the Academy and onto the entrance gates. Around the corner appeared the front of a cab, approaching them and stopping right in front. For some reason, cabs in Requiem always arrived on time, not a second early nor late. Who knows why. “Not too far from here, but I figured you’d be too lazy to walk anyway so I ordered you a cab.” Upon seeing the look on his friend’s expression, he quickly added “Fare’s on me,” he stated, before shrugging and adding “Obviously.” Of course he was completely aware of his friend’s economy circumstances. Eating everything, sleeping everywhere, taking every quest offered to him… and Axel had made it his responsibility to take care of this oversized stranded feline. And he didn’t mind.

“After me,” Axel said, grinning at the platinum haired male as he opened the door to the back seat, sliding to make space for the other.
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QUEST # 5
RAT INFESTATION

Location: Requiem City

AXEL LUXFORÉAS
Team: Jack Kim normal
Status: In Progress​

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Old Man Edmond began escorting them through the docks of Requiem, Axel turned towards the Pandora prefect upon being asked the question. Money. That reminded him of someone. “You know, sometimes good deeds should be done without anything in return,” Axel stated, smiling at the other though knowing for sure he too didn’t mean what he said. Instead, he reverted gaze back forward, where the elder male was walking ahead.

“Yo! Eddie!” Axel called out, to which the old man flinched and gaze back bitterly at him.

“What?” he grumbled, though then trying to brighten his expression, perhaps noticing that both Axel and Jack could’ve just immediately leave if they didn’t want to stay. Wise decision.

“We’re getting paid for this right?” Axel asked nonchalantly with a smile. The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before answering. “Yes, yes. You both are getting paid after you’re done with your work.” With that, the man turned and walked away from them once more, before Axel caught up to him and placed his hand on the man’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze that might be just a tad bit too hard.

“How much?” Axel asked, the smile remained on his face yet his tone was anything but friendly. He was getting tired, might as well make it count. The man grunted and stopped once more, tapping his foot upon the ground as he contemplated.

“2 G,” he finally said.

Axel turned, taking Jack by his hand as he began dragging him away. Within a second, a voice came from their backs. “Hold on! 3G! No, four! Make it 4G!” The blonde stopped, letting go of Jack’s hand as he turned back again. “10 G.”

“5 G.”

“15 G.”

“Ten. 10 G is fine.”

“20 G. Each. Take it or leave it.”

Axel didn’t really care about the money, honestly. As an individual who, as he quoted from a certain someone, breathes out gold, he never bothered much about rewards of a quest. It was usually the points of interest he seeks, yet chasing mice? Not so interesting. He had no idea why he’s still even there. The man seemed to contemplate even more, scratching his hair aggressively as though trying to scrape his scalp out, before groaning. “Fine! Fine. Have it your way. That house, you see?” the man pointed at the old rotting cabin just by the corner, its label falling off and walls chipped by termites. “Get in there and kill all them rats for me! Come back to me when you’re done. I’ll be…ready with your rewards,” he said, a bit heavy heartedly, shoving Axel a key.

The pair made their way towards the front of the storehouse, the staircase squeaking under their steps. Axel unlocked the door with the key, pushing it open. The door made a creak as its frame scraped with the floor. He wasn’t sure how much longer this house would last anyway, might as well burn it with all the rats inside. The blonde glanced sideways at Jack, smiling. “Ladies first?”
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Quest: The Flame's Resistance
Status: Completed
Location: Requiem Academy, Training Grounds

Jasmine Bermout​

As the proclaimed mother of Genesis, it did Jasmine no favor to see Eliza suffer the burn wounds made by her mimic. She steeled herself against her screams, hands curling and uncurling at her sides. Eliza's cries fell on seemingly deaf ears but not once did the Genesis president turn her eyes away from her Prefect's suffering.

"Come on Eliza," she urged in the quiet depths of her mind, "You can do this."

She couldn't halt the training, even as the brunette fell over, perhaps a tier away from passing out. Jasmine would not deny Elizabeth of her droits and she was grateful that the prefect pleaded no mercy. In a real battle, against the Tenebrae, against each other, mercy was an alien construct. Watching the brunette pull herself up to fight once more filled her with a sense of pride. The corners of her lips pulled upright the smallest fraction and a light chuckle slipped through when Elizabeth began clanging the metal pipe against the mimic's head.

Things took a turn when the girl's anima was finally put to use. The grin on her face hardened as her own head thudded with an abnormal wave of pain - much duller than the one her mimic felt, but an irritating feeling nonetheless. With the mimic writing in its pain, the match was quickly drawn to a close. Jasmine stepped down from the mimic she created, allowing it to crumble back into heat and earth. Her hands clapped in applause as she nodded. With a snap of her fingers, the dragon mimic returned to dust, sizzling out in a curling black wisp of smoke.

"I knew you could do it," Jasmine said, walking over to her, voice proud and strides sure. She extended a hand and pulled Elizabeth into a congratulatory hug, taking care not to wound her arms too tightly around Eliza's back to avoid the burn marks. "Come on, let's get you to the nurses," she concluded, guiding the babe towards the frequently visited medical bay.

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"Burn marks again?" the nurse sighed, referencing to the previous bunch of students who had undergone the same quest. A deep crease was prominent in-between his brows. Aaron shook his head at the two before raising the stethoscope to his ears, "And I thought Pandora was bad."