Messenger Team
@☆Luna☆
Ersaro "Deadeye" Duskwood, Drow sharpshooter extraordinaire, expert at taking down targets with incredible accuracy, results of natural talent, training, experience, and last but not least, his custom-made Magitek six-shooter. The ashen-skinned dark elf didn't receive his moniker just like that after all. Currently employed by the Cabal as one of its many elite enforcers, Deadeye found himself in a bit of a pinch here... well, let's just say that this particular day job was going downhill fast, one he'd be glad if he got to keep his head after this was all over.
Damned Celestials raining down from above, imagine that! Woke up one morning, drank a cup of coffee, and boom! Angels and their Kingdom cronies crashing the party and fucking up things for everyone.
"Holy shit... Pun intended." He thought as he received his boss' orders, he was assigned to overwatch duty on a tower while the bastard gathered his belongings to leg it out of there, even paid up a handsome sum of money up front and more on the way should he survive. Well now, he couldn't exactly refuse, could he? Besides, it wasn't like his chances were much better siding with those overzealous ringheads. Thus, the gray-haired drow found his golden eyes staring out of the Watchtower's window, alert for any sucker that would come into his sights, hopefully, it wouldn't be one of those angels.
"...heh." What luck, he spotted his first target dummy of the day. Not even bothering to discern the exact nature of his target - they obviously weren't glowing and flying so not an angel - Deadeye drew his custom six-shooter, dubbed "The Bad", and
BANG!!, took a clean shot at his target, hitting them squarely on their chest with his lightning-propelled solid bullet.
"Too easy." His revolver switched the barrel with a quick click as he finally took a good look at his... non-existent kill...?
"Wha-...?" No no no, impossible, he was
absolutely sure the bullet hit its mark so... why couldn't he spot anything, there should be a corpse lying there! Did he... missed? Preposterous, he never missed!
"That... bastard!" Deadeye took a deep breath, veins popping on his forehead, they made him
miss! Oh, they'd pay for this, whoever they were, the moment they showed up even a single strand of their hair, they're dead! Thus, he waited... and waited... and waited... then,
"Oh fuck!"
The stalemate between Deadeye and Yumi were cut short as a contingent of Justicars flew overhead, keen eyes searching for any kinds of hostiles to smite, forcing the gunman to take cover for fear of being seared by literal solar beams. He could take out one Celestial at best but what about the rest? Nope, not worth it. He would wait until they passed the location and resume overwatch duty.
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@Miya @Karyra
"W-what?! Hey! My merchandise!!" One of the gangsters, the one with missing teeth, the head honcho of this particular Cabal group shouted at the top of his lungs. He could just see his florins spilling away along with the escaped slaves, those damned sluts! Oh, death would be a mercy once he got his hands on them! With the charging cultists keeping most of his enforcers busy, he was forced to play his ace,
"Gun'thar! Abu! Get those bitches!" He snarled and in response, two of his gangsters broke away from the formation, chasing after Cera, Sonya, and the escapees.
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With the Drow having to carry an injured man with her and Cera escorting the slaves, their pace was considerably hindered. Their path took led them through dark alleyways, echoes of the battle across Somnus ringing even there, and after a few moments, they arrived at an opening, a little open square behind buildings where small kiosks were set up, of course, they were all abandoned. However, Cera and Sonya couldn't help but feel they were being watched...
True enough, they could hear ominous clanks of heavy armor echoing within the opening as a figure stepped out from the shadows covering the alley up ahead.
"Gun'thar found you..." A big brutish Orc, just as green yet larger than even Orksen stood before them, clad in spiked plates, carrying an oversized mace as if it was no more than a wooden stick.
"Boss tell Gun'thar to get you!"
The escaped slaves were visibly afraid, some of them tried to back away but crates and barrels were dropped from the window above, creating a makeshift barrier than blocked their path. {b]"Hehehehe... you think we'd just let you run that easily?"[/b] A raspy voice joined in with the orc's as a shadowy figure swiftly jumped down, taking position beside Gun'thar, a Drow male clad in leather armor dyed black, twin daggers strapped on his waist.
"Now remember, Gun, our job is to capture, not kill... except for these two bitches, though I'd prefer we spare them, who knows, maybe Boss will let us keep them. They'd look good in collars..." His leery yellow eyes raked the two women's form,
"Especially you, luv, I'll keep you safe," He grinned at Sonya,
"Fellow Drows have to look out for each other, hmm?"
"Okay, Abu! Gun'thar try not to kill!" The Orc heaved as bellowed, raising his mace as he roared, he didn't sound very convincing for obvious reasons. He charged straight at Cera, maybe attracted to the color of her eyes like an angry bull.
Meanwhile, Abu vanished from his spot, a mere shadow as he zig-zagged towards Sonya, subtly throwing a few needles laced with sedative poison at the female Drow.
Staying Team
@LowDefinition
The Nephilim took another sip of the tea, it was brewed well, Shion was growing up to be quite the skillful girl, just like her older sister. He took his time as Silva mulled over her words, the knight wasn't surprised the sniper didn't immediately jump on the opportunity. The trauma that prompted her resignation in the first place was still there. He didn't want her to dwell on them forever of course but he wasn't going to force her to just forget it either.
"..." He finished his cup then was about to pour another when Silva finally mustered herself to speak.
"The honor is mine," He smiled as put the kettle down,
"Of course, take your time, I am not demanding a direct answer. I can't anyway, I am not your superior anymore." He chuckled,
"Though, considering our current circumstances... I think we both know you should make a decision sooner than later." He gulped down a cup then made a motion to stand up,
"I should be going now." He approached her, looking into her golden eyes with his sapphires,
"Think about what I said, okay?" Then if she didn't have anything more to say, the Grandmaster would leave the Sloan's residence.
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@Akashi
"Hmmm?" Was someone speaking to her? Agatha perked up at the girlish voice coming from her side, glancing an eye there, finding herself face-to-face with a brown-eyed... petite girl wearing a dark cloak. She mentioned the Lughanta and she knew about her identity. Agatha didn't know her company was that famous outside of Venesia? An adoring fan? How odd, but then again, if there was the place to encounter oddities, taverns were the spot.
"Oh no, I am ordering something else," The brunette decided to humor her,
"I have enough of Florentina in my ship. Enough for every crew to have their share." She shrugged, finding the small girl's lack of personal space to be quite... annoying but there was a certain... charisma in her voice, a certain accent she was familiar with but couldn't remember at the top of her head. Kamov was right, too much wine messed up with her short-term memory.
Her brown eyes blinked in epiphany when the much shorter girl mentioned a certain bloodsucker in her crew, no, not the living weapon of a princess but the elegant dark lady instead.
"How did you..." Her brows furrowed, it wouldn't take a genius to put two and two together,
"So, Charlotte's acquaintance I see?" Agatha chuckled, sipping her sparkling wine,
"I bet those are fake eye colors, just like hers, aren't they?" She put down her glass,
"Important enough, though knowing your kin, you likely already know everything I can say, isn't it, vampire?" Until the petite pink-haired girl gave her name, Agatha would just settle with that.
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@Yzmael
"Fuh..." The golden-haired Ryuu wiped her forehead, she had carried quite a lot of crates so far and it was good work out. Saki's hands were on her waist, doing a little back stretch when she was approached by a stranger...
"Yes?" scratch that, a kin, a fellow Youkai though she was a Kitsune.
"Hey there," The calm dragon offered a smile, pleased to see someone from their distant home, her teal eyes studying the white-haired Kitsune with similar eye color as hers.
"Of course, who do you want to see?" Was the Youkai lost? Apparently not as she was looking for the Captain of this particular ringed airship,
"That'd be Captain Agatha but... she's away right now, I can get you to meet one of her officers though." Saki nodded as she motioned Taiyoko to follow her,
"How should I introduce you by the way? I'm Miyamoto Saki by the way, maybe you have heard my clan's name before."
"Oh..."" Masumi Taiyoko... of course she knew her, the eldest daughter of the Masumi Daimyo and clan's heiress, (in)famous for her disobedience and talents in the musical arts. Fancy to meet her here,
"It's an honor, Taiyoko." Saki elegantly bowed, much like a warrior to a princess, now to let her meet with Aster.
Approaching the blue-haired man, Saki gestured to Taiyoko,
"Aster, this is Masumi Taiyoko, she's here to see the Captain but... since she's away and all."
"Yes, Lady Masumi, I am Aster, second officer of the Lughanta. How may I help you?" From the way she carried herself and how Saki behaved around her, it was safe for Aster to assume that this Fox Youkai was an important person,
"Unfortunately, Captain Nightingale is away right now, but I can speak for her."