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| [P] Sanguinem sui Canticum; Private; Mist and Fiona | |
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| Circe | Tue Dec 10, 2013 7:43 pm Post #1 |
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Jonathan tapped the surface of his desk softly, calloused fingertips softly clicking. The habit was evident in the worn wax, the result of several years' worth of the annoying action. The sheaf of papers described the last week's events, the majority of the dossier on the Dirgei. He had needed to make a rare appearance in the Sheriff's building to pick these up, doubtless for another evening of reading in his dim shack with a bottle. “Sheriff?” A wiry young man with curled brown hair and yellowish eyes rapped on the doorframe, lifting a large envelope. “These have been waiting for you, some more reports in your area. Senior Abram said he would like you to sort through the reports and try to help sort the backlog. Since they're in your Quarter, we thought you might--” “Damn it, Christophe. I'm not a gods-forsaken clerk! I have my own load to handle, and unless you'd like to go explain to Madame...” Jon checked the dossier on his desk “Levins why her 'associates' continue to go missing, I suggest you go wet your damned ink.” Christophe bristled at being addressed so, flushing scarlet and slapping the envelope at his floor. The man turned and stormed from the room, mockingly mouthing silent words. Jon found himself standing over his desk, chair fallen over behind him. Sighing, he tipped the chair upright and fell into it. He was being unfair to the clerks, especially considering they were graciously helping him to compile reports regarding the Dirgei. But something about the wiry clerk irked the hell out of him. Jon browsed the papers once more boredly before deciding it was futile. He snuffed the lantern on his desk and grabbed his Sheriff's coat, pulling on the heavy gray leather. Comforted by the faint smell of sweat and blood that lingered on the material, he closed the office door behind him and departed the large building. The billboard outside the offices was plastered in bounty papers, layered over each other. One caught his eye, calling for information regarding the Dirgei. The portrait of their alpha, scarred, burly man, had been covered in what he suspected to be blood. Shaking his head, he tore the bounty from the board and let it fall to the puddle of rainwater leftover from the day's shower. The blood and ink began to spread, blurring and clouding. |
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| Mistalee | Wed Dec 11, 2013 7:06 pm Post #2 |
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A cloaked figure looked over the bounty board. A few of the local guards gave her a nod. They had come to use to see her, even though they had never seen her face. Thanks to her hood, they in fact could remember nothing extraordinary about her. But she did have a reputation that not even her hood could conceal. She pulled down a notice that caught her eye. Something about a group called the Dirgei. She had hear a little bit about them. Nothing good. She decided that this would be her next target. Without making a sound she walked into the sheriff's department, showed the notice to a clerk and asked who to speak to about it. The clerk pointed to an office towards the back and she started to make her way to it. But it seemed that the young man was not quite done with her. He followed after and started to rant about her needing to take off her hood and mask. That was the last thing she was about to do. Once she reached the door she turned on the lad. "No I shall not take off my hood and mask. You should know how some bounty hunters are with their identities." Without another word she opened the door to Jonathan's office and walked in. She walked straight to his desk and dropped down the bounty notice. "I am the one known as the Black Arrow," she said. "And I am here regarding that notice. I was told you were to one to talk to about the job." She could feel the glare of the lad behind her. "Sir, I am sorry. I told her to take off the mask and hood! Its for security!" |
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| Bristow | Mon Dec 16, 2013 1:36 pm Post #3 |
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Jon watched the parchment soak and slid a foot through it, disturbance tearing the sheet. A grin began to spread across his face as he regarded the pulpy mess, bending down to scoop it into a hand. Turning, he crossed the flagstones and entered the offices, approaching the front desk and dropping the wet mess onto the polished surface of Christophe's desk. Unable to fight his smile, the Sheriff trod down the hall, boots squelching. Christophe passed him on his way back from rounds, holding a good deal fewer envelopes. Likely slid under doors when he wasn't let in. He lifted a hand as he passed, Christophe looking quite irked already. “Going to need a fresh Dirgei poster. Someone's been naughty. Kick the bounty up a little, won't you?” Jon decided to step over one of the envelopes in front of a door where it had been slid back into the hallway. It seemed he wasn't the only one who despised this particular day of the week, being bound to desk and quill to report the goings-on. Many found excuses to be out and about, sending messages to the resident Clerk so he could fill out reports in their place. As Jonathan entered his office, leaving the door ajar, he relished the outcry of dismay and disgust as Christophe discovered the mess on his desk. Snatching up the last of the reports to be finished and filed, he set to scribing a full telling of his role in resolving a territorial dispute between two of the fresher packs. Nearly an hour later, Jon was stirred from his writings to hear Christophe's insistent whine growing louder. Looking up to the woman, he noted the hood and mask at their mention. “Leave her alone, pup. I'd wear a mask myself if the packs didn't know me on sight.” The clerk rolled his eyes and skulked off. “Don't mind him. Somebody's been aggravating him all morning. Needs to learn to keep his head if he's going to survive Balefire.” Jon waved a hand at the seat in front of his desk, pushing it out with a foot. "I've heard a little of you. Impressive reputation. Damned beautiful-looking success rate." “The Dirgei are nasty. An old group that's been a thorn in our dearest Marquise's side. It's been difficult for the Sheriffs to pin anything on them. Any packs old enough know to stay out of the way. Anyone too fresh who gets ideas about punching the biggest guy on your first day disappears, but nothing leads back to them. No bodies or torn-up pack houses. Which makes me think they have something to do with all the kidnappings in other quarters. I know about where they are, but no definites. And technically I'm not allowed to go until I can prove something, otherwise the clerks crap kine. But then, that's Sheriff tradition.” He smiled, looking past her to make sure the scrawny man was out of earshot. “Whenever you're ready, feel free to stop by and I can take you there. If you're ready now, we can leave.” Jon sounded almost eager, pushing his papers aside. |
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| Mistalee | Thu Dec 19, 2013 1:01 am Post #4 |
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She merely shrugged as he mentioned the lad. "I don't mind," she said. "He is not the first and won't be the last to demand I remove the mask. Thank you for understanding though. Many do not comprehend why people in my line of work prefer to keep our faces hidden." She took a seat across from him as he continued to speak. She smirked a bit under her mask as he mention her reputation. It was always kind of nice to know you are noticed. It had not taken too long for her to build up her reputation. She got her jobs done quickly and quietly without causing too much trouble. A small laughed escaped her lips as he lamented about Sheriff's tradition. "And that's where someone like me can be of use," she replied. "As a bounty hunter I am not as constrained by the such rules. If you need more information I could spy on them a bit. Stealth is a strong suit of mine. Or if you are ready to get going, we can leave now and I can play scout before we infiltrate." |
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| Fiona Roseburg | Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:05 am Post #5 |
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I was walking down the hallways, trying to find my way to the sheriffs office in the maze of halls and doors. I was just about to ask someone ... anyone for the matter on where Bristows office was when all of a sudden a woman of about my same stature stormed passed me nearly knocking me over. "Hmpf, some people." She then proceeded to waltz into the office of Bristow and began telling him exactly why he needed her. Cockiness wasn't something I was fond of in other peoples personalities. Perhaps, she didn't mean to come off that way, but the only thing I knew was that this might be a personality clash for sure. I waited outside the office until there was a quiet moment that I could enter the room. I peaked my head about the corner, "Sheriff Bristow, I would also like to join you in your efforts." I looked over at the masked woman and then back to Bristow. "I may not have a reputation, however, I do believe I would be useful." I walked over to a chair near the Elven and sat down in it. Could be softer, but then again I wasn't going to be here long. I crossed my legs and made eye contact with Bristow. "I have heard of the Dirgei, I understand how dangerous this is. I have some fire power," I snapped my fingers and whispered a phrase that wouldn't be understood by anyone a flame appeared in the palm of my hand. "I also have my bow and arrows." I closed my hand and adjusted myself in the chair. "I am not looking for fame, but fortune, now that is my language." I picked up my coin purse and shook it. It jingled. "Ah, yes. A little more jingle would make me a very happy woman." Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure moving along the wall of the sheriffs office. I turned my head, but the mysterious shape was gone. I had been seeing these things, these ... Shadows ... for a while now. Always just a quick glimpse of something, but then it is gone before I can figure out what it is. I didn't know what they were, if they were real, or if I was actually losing my mind. I brushed off the vision and turned my attention back to Bristow. |
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