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Jasper half-turned towards his savior and offered his hand.
"Thank you for...uh, saving me back there. My name's Anders. It’s a pleasure to meet you." he spoke half-aware of the introduction; he was too busy focusing on what was happening with the crowd.
A little mechanical bird flew towards the group and into the hands of a young woman clad in the EIRAL uniform. She would be his informant. Jasper waited patiently for the group to diminish. As the crowd members began to disperse one by one, he grew more anxious to get his questions answered; once he deemed the mob small enough, he rushed over to the EIRAL girl.
"Excuse me but could you explain what's going on here?" Jasper asked in mock cluelessness as he ran a hand through his sparkling hair in an attempt to look completely baffled. "Like what happened here. Or, more importantly, do the murder victims and I share any common traits? That way I know whether or not to lock myself in my home for the next few days." he tried his best to lock eyes with the girl and laced his words with a single unspoken suggestion: "Tell me, what do all the victims have in common?"
Maeve nodded her head and gave a random grunt in reply to his introduction. "Maeve." she said back, giving him her name. When he tried to fish info from the soldier it was fruitless, the two uniformed women pulled away from the crowd and huddled to the side over whatever the bird delivered. "What they got in common? Easy kid, they're all dead." Mae answered for them.
Sorry Jovena ignored Jasper I didnt mean for that to happen, I was thinking I'd come back and write to him as Mae and it totally flew over my head that he had talked to Jo
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 17, 2014 7:57:31 GMT
Lorraine presses her lips into a thin line, opening her mouth to speak until she hears Caitlin first. Her eyes avert to the baroness and she frowns. "I am afraid so and I cannot take you, Baroness. It will be dangerous." Stepping closer to the woman, she leans in to murmur to her as she undoes her cloak. "I'll take you as long as you promise to stay hidden. Take my cloak and keep the hood up, face concealed. Do you know how to handle a knife?" Offering her cloak first, she then removes a knife from her belt to offer to the baroness after. "Jovena, please be sure everything is kept calm here. I am going to take the Baroness some place safe."
Dread entered his heart when he heard the tell tale sound of someone approaching. They took the third unknown person though and left Ikuze and himself alone. Had he known who the third victim was, he would have felt bad, but in truth he was just relieved it was not Ikuze or himself being taken away. Thanks to that persons sacrifice, Ikuze and him might have a chance on getting out now. After echoes of footfalls sounded no more, Stephen jumped into action. "Ihuze, geh ovha heir. Weh ned to oove hahst" he instructed. He edged over to her, trying not to jostle his wounded arm too much as he moved over.
The thief fumed a little. Seems she was more strictly gagged than Stephen was given how he was able to at least make himself somewhat articulate. She rocked herself some more till she was able to roll back over to him, wincing as she bumped into him. "Hmhmm" the blue haired girl quickly apologised before she fidgeted around a little to get back into the earlier position before they were interrupted earlier, so that he could release her hands. All the while she wondered as to where they were, and who it was that had kidnapped them... and why? More importantly though, how long did they have between now and whenever they came back...
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Oct 17, 2014 12:03:08 GMT
Iacomus spotted the man emerge as well, and was surprised to see none other than a certain winged ander who he had grown to despise being dragged along with him. "Oh dear, that seems to be Zona! Miss Max, we've got to-" he started as he turned in the direction from which his hooded companion had previously stood, but, alas, she had disappeared. "Oh dear..." He mumbled to himself as he looked throughout the bobbing heads of the crowd. She had probably followed him, and being the person she was, she was probably not to be easily found. That means he'd have to try and capture the killer his own way. A smirk grew on his lips. A confident, malicious smirk.
"Well, Roger an' Dain tried ta make sure I couldn' ge' back 'ere so they'd win the bet. But 'side from tha', most the slums an' docks're runnin' gamblin' bets ta see if I make it outta 'ere or no'." Danny fidgeted as he approached Skye and stood next to the man to wait. Well, at least it was the High Commander putting his cards on the table, and who better than the man who lived through the civil war and took command of the army? Danny adjusted his scarf some and sighed. "Look, big guy, do ya really think this'll work? I mean, 'e could jus' shoot us from one'a the rooftops..."
Skye turned his attention to the rooftops. It was possible, but highly improbable given what he already knew about the man. "I don't think he'll shoot us. Look at all the killings until now. He got in close and stabbed most of em, even cut off that anders hands. I think he likes to get in close, a gun would be too impersonal. He might even be out there right now, watching us, looking for a way to get to us both." It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. They didn't know what this killer looked like, and if he was the self assured type, he would think it perfectly safe to stand out in the open and watch. "Just keep your eyes open, anyone gets close enough to use a blade you take them down first and ask questions later."
His head snapped around as a bunch of pigeons burst into the air and his hand tightened on his sword. He had to force himself to relax. This was stupid, he should have the area surrounded, but if things went bad, he couldn't have all his men seeing him working with an Ander. If things went really bad it wouldn't matter, but things were tense enough without his enemies having more ammo to have him removed from his post. It was probably already too late for damage control, but he couldn't sit back and do nothing. He would go as far as to fight besides MI if that's what it took to protect this city. War was coming, this was but the prelude.
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Oct 19, 2014 23:01:56 GMT
Jasper look to the woman beside him, the one named Maeve, and replied to her comment in the nicest manner he possibly could. "Uh...Thanks, for that...tip." his response sounded more confused than he had intended but at least it didn't sound angry. "But what I meant was. What do, or did, all of them have in common when they were alive. Since this is the first time I've even heard of this killer-" a lie. "I want to know what his type is. Every murder has a type, a specific kind of victim." his tone had changed drastically, instead of the usual childishness that surrounded him, Jasper had put on an air of intelligence - something he had almost never done - a symptom of his bibliophile nature. He didn't enjoy talking like this; he often felt as if others would see him as condescending if he did and so avoided doing so like the black plague but sometimes he just slipped into it. He continued his explanation. "For example, I..." another pause; had he just said that? He hoped she didn't notice. "might go for drug dealers or other immoral kinds of people."
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Oct 20, 2014 2:56:53 GMT
Iacomus was going to engage conversation with the killer. He was a relatively good speaker, of course... He quickly darted through the crowd that seemed to be gathering, and a heavy aura hovered above the heads of all that were around. He caught up to the man just as he reached the square where there crowd seemed to thicken, but most noticeably out of the bunch, there was a strange boy with a scarf and a man who seemed to be a high ranking officer of Eiral. The officer could either be helpful if things went awry, if they saw them, of course, or a hindrance if things went well. None the less, Iacomus cautiously made his way closer, reaching out and tapping him on the shoulder with two pale fingers. "Greetings, sir, my name is Iacomus Lerwick, but you may call me whatever you like!" He said with a his signature dodgy grin and held out his hand for a handshake. In between two of his fingers on that hand, however, was a business card. "If you ever find yourself in the merchant's district, you should take a quick visit into my shop! I'm sure you will find many interesting things lining its shelves." He winked, and waited for a response. If he could make somehow spark a conversation with his man, maybe... Just maybe...
Hanging back as the murderer joined the crowed gathered at the square, Max nearly swore as she watched Iacomus stroll right up to him and hand out his business card. What does he think he’s doing? she thought to herself. And then she got an idea. A crazy idea, but an idea nonetheless. If, and that’s a really big IF, the two of them started a conversation, maybe, just maybe, she could get in close. As Iaco continued to talk, Max turned and started walking directly behind the killer, out of his sight, and listened for a response before deciding to walk towards him. In that moment she also glanced around, wondering if anyone was around to help her if things went solid. Preferably someone from her guild, but any familiar face would be appreciated.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Oct 21, 2014 0:18:16 GMT
As the killer lead the way out of the house and into a large crowd of people, Zona got her bearings and realized they were heading straight for town square, with the knife in the back of her neck she continued to walk where the killer lead... or pushed. As they walked Zona realized her wings were still out, bloody and torn up but out for everyone to see, "Great, even if I do make it out of this everyone will know what I am..." Zona thought to herself, suddenly a familiar voice came from the side of her. "Iacomus?!? What in the hell are you thinking?!? Moron!" she thought as she glanced over, watching him as he handed the killer a card, "What in the hell are you doing?" Zona whispered to him as she turned and looked forward, "Get lost... I don't want you to get hurt." Did she just say that about him?!? Never in a million year did she think she would say that to him, but deep down... she really did care.
Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me? Badger: No, you cussing with me? Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me! Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss! Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me! -Fantastic Mr.Fox (2009)
Lorraine presses her lips into a thin line, opening her mouth to speak until she hears Caitlin first. Her eyes avert to the baroness and she frowns. "I am afraid so and I cannot take you, Baroness. It will be dangerous." Stepping closer to the woman, she leans in to murmur to her as she undoes her cloak. "I'll take you as long as you promise to stay hidden. Take my cloak and keep the hood up, face concealed. Do you know how to handle a knife?" Offering her cloak first, she then removes a knife from her belt to offer to the baroness after. "Jovena, please be sure everything is kept calm here. I am going to take the Baroness some place safe."
Caitlin nodded along, all too happy to follow her plan if it got her where she wanted to be. This was too risky, and damaging to his reputation if he had any hope of peace left between the army and the MI. Taking an Ander hostage to a standoff with the local ander slayer was not the most flattering light he could put himself under and she worried about that.
"Not really a knife, but anything longer and I can fence like a pro," Caitlin whispered back. She didn't really expect the woman to hand some fancy-pants noble one of her swords, but if it came down to it and she actually parted with one of those steel beauties at her hip, Cait would make sure to put it to good use.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Jasper look to the woman beside him, the one named Maeve, and replied to her comment in the nicest manner he possibly could. "Uh...Thanks, for that...tip." his response sounded more confused than he had intended but at least it didn't sound angry. "But what I meant was. What do, or did, all of them have in common when they were alive. Since this is the first time I've even heard of this killer-" a lie. "I want to know what his type is. Every murder has a type, a specific kind of victim." his tone had changed drastically, instead of the usual childishness that surrounded him, Jasper had put on an air of intelligence - something he had almost never done - a symptom of his bibliophile nature. He didn't enjoy talking like this; he often felt as if others would see him as condescending if he did and so avoided doing so like the black plague but sometimes he just slipped into it. He continued his explanation. "For example, I..." another pause; had he just said that? He hoped she didn't notice. "might go for drug dealers or other immoral kinds of people."
She thought about that for a moment then crossed her arms over her chest. She hated to admit it, because it made the rest of them look bad, but she answered him truthfully.
"Well, the winged ander found on the EIRAL grounds was a known Dollymop, so that's kinda immoral, but can't say what all for the rest of 'em. No tellin if they were honest folks or not. I mean, lot's 'o people seemed fond enough of this old buzzard to come to his funeral an' all but course he was human so.." she shrugged.
Rava had been following the man with the robot arm for a while now , sneaking and watching. listening to everything he said , but yet no sight of the clue of the killer or the killer him/her-self. this task was fruitless as she felt there was no way that she would managed to catch or kill this person. maybe this was not her hunt for this one , she still needed to recover more , learn more , she started to make her way back home. maybe she could spend the night at the salty Dog but knowing Mulven he be worried sick so she headed back , hopping to find him 1st.
(sorry for the short post , just she does not have the tools to do the job 'yet')
You got to be kidding me? Mulven thought as everyone COMPLETELY ignored his question. Then he saw why. A dead, fingerless woman lay in the middle of the crowd and he jumped back covering his mouth and nose as if afraid to inhale her disease. This wasn't the plague, though, this was murder. He scanned over her face quickly, and felt a wash of relief that it wasn't Rava. He looked to the sky in the distance to silently thank God, and thats when he saw her. Rava was all the way at the end of the road, walking their way. He broke away from the crowd and ran to her.
You got to be kidding me? Mulven thought as everyone COMPLETELY ignored his question. Then he saw why. A dead, fingerless woman lay in the middle of the crowd and he jumped back covering his mouth and nose as if afraid to inhale her disease. This wasn't the plague, though, this was murder. He scanned over her face quickly, and felt a wash of relief that it wasn't Rava. He looked to the sky in the distance to silently thank God, and thats when he saw her. Rava was all the way at the end of the road, walking their way. He broke away from the crowd and ran to her.
"Rava!!" He shouted.
Rava had walking for a while , she was not familiar with the district she was in , it was then she heard a voice , she looked to her side to see Mulven running towards her "Mulven!" she shouted back and started to run towards him to meet half way , maybe into a running hug. thank the havens the he was alright.
(i dont have much since she was walking , and this just helps set up for a lovely scene)
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 21, 2014 6:40:11 GMT
As Lorraine led the way she glances over to Caitlin as she considered her words. Having been a noble woman who trained to use swords, she would not doubt that this woman was not as fragile as she seemed. To be honest, if she were to think the woman a liar because she was a beautiful noble and female, then she would have to rethink all she worked hard to achieve. Carefully untying her blade she used often, she offered it to Caitlin instead leaving herself with the blade she almost never drew yet carried. "Very well... but do not draw it unless you are in danger. I honestly shouldn't be bringing you with me but I don't want to risk you getting hurt... or my Commander drawing himself into a trap." As they reach the crowd, the woman could already begin to see the makings of a crowd. Word had gotten out quickly...
Post by Stephen Leland on Oct 21, 2014 23:12:09 GMT
Ikuze Storm: The thief fumed a little. Seems she was more strictly gagged than Stephen was given how he was able to at least make himself somewhat articulate. She rocked herself some more till she was able to roll back over to him, wincing as she bumped into him. "Hmhmm" the blue haired girl quickly apologised before she fidgeted around a little to get back into the earlier position before they were interrupted earlier, so that he could release her hands. All the while she wondered as to where they were, and who it was that had kidnapped them... and why? More importantly though, how long did they have between now and whenever they came back...
Stephen grunted in pain when her bumping into him jostled his arm some. Whatever noise she made he could only assume to be an apology. He chewed on the slowly loosening gag as he worked on freeing her hands. After fumbling with the loose cord for a bit he managed to loosen it enough to slip off her wrists, which he did for her. Now all he had to do was wait for her to free him. Or she might just leave. Queens, if she did not want to marry him then what better way to get rid of her suitor then to leave him in the clutches of a serial killer. Not that he thought she would do, he trusted her with his life. But if it was someone else.... He closed his eyes behind the blindfold, trying to think of a way to get them out of this situation. The blood loss was starting to get to him, causing a dizzying sensation to sweep over him. Part of him wanted to get out of here fast as possible but longer he laid here the less he wanted to move. Everything hurt. The only thing keeping him going was the fact that Ikuze was here.
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