AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Knight
UNSORTED
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May 15, 2019 17:11:31 GMT
Post by Behemoth on May 15, 2019 17:11:31 GMT
Keep a low profile, and keep the poor bastard’s head down. The instructions were simple, and to the point. There were less mess ups on the job that way in Behemoth’s experience. However, in her experience there was nothing simple about dealing with the higher class citizens. The location the witness had chosen to hole up in was not as inconspicuous as the mutant would have liked. The hotel was definitely on the lower end of things as far as Augur Square was concerned, but the difference was moot from a realistic perspective. The color palette of whites, silvers, and golds was far from low class, and gratuitously used in the design and decor. Partially disgusted by the lavish setting Behemoth ignored the feeling that her presence might break something by merely walking into a room.
The top floor of the hotel was reserved with luxury suites, but there was only one person booked for the entire floor at the moment, a Mr. Cirbren Duran. A man who was clean cut, sharply dressed, and was covered in bad cologne. As insufferable and narcissistic as he was, the man was a key witness to a major case exposing some kind of scandal in Rosa’s casino districts.
The importance of this job was not lost upon Behemoth, but she couldn’t help but feel slighted by how Cirbren was treating the situation. She had been the one to escort him to this hotel where another enforcer of the Council was supposed to meet them for added security. The first time Cirbren had mocked the situation by acting like a celebrity, she had simply glared at him. The second time, the mutant had knocked him unconscious before he could say anything incriminating to the concierge at the front desk.
She had allowed the fool to sleep after dumping him onto a bed in his suite. Curtains were drawn over the windows as she quickly swept through the rooms for a security check. Everything seemed to be in order, for now at least. She vaguely wondered how the suite’s feeble lock down would compare to even the most basic of cells within the Trench. As she entered the front room again her hand came to rest upon the hilt of a sword sheathed on her belt. Her grip lightly squeezed the pommel to vent her frustrations.
If these accommodations were hardly to her own liking, she could only fathom what the Warden herself might be thinking right now. Already Behemoth was planning on moving Mr. Duran, putting him to sleep again if needed, to another floor. Before that however, she wanted to meet the infamous Avalon vi Leomange. Leaning back against a wall next to the front door Behemoth waited in silence, awaiting the telltale heartbeat of a stranger’s presence in the hallway.
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AGE
22
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
UNSORTED
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May 17, 2019 15:33:33 GMT
Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 17, 2019 15:33:33 GMT
 through fire and trial confess your sins "Do you believe that my expertise is suited for transporting witnesses?" the primary question that Avalon asked the higher ups when they requested her presence on the mission. It wasn't a confrontational gesture. Never. Avalon simply had a streak of confusion, because she knew herself above all else. She had been tasked before with securing precious witnesses but she was more of a relay than defender. Once a party had successfully brought said witness to her, she would see to their safe arrival at wherever the rendezvous point was. To be one of the primary lines of defense, Avalon had to admit that she was skeptical of her ability to succeed. Nevertheless, the Council pressed on her presence there, to which she agreed wholeheartedly.
The hotel that Mr. Duran decided to use as a meeting place wasn't unfamiliar to Avalon. When spending time with her aunt Lionelle and her grandmother, she had vague memories of the hotel. At least they took care of it, a vacant thought that went through the Warden's head. The more prevalent memory was that of the kind of customers that came. Many of them were those that indulged themselves in the night life, to every degree. Funnily enough, Avalon remembered seeing some of those faces in the Trench. They had traded hedonistic euphoria for endless groveling, begging for mercy.
The briefing mentioned the name of her subordinate for the mission, Behemoth. The term "subordinate" didn't resonate well with Avalon, since she had only heard good things about Behemoth. She had frequented the Trench to deliver prisoners, which was always a positive in Avalon's eyes. She would follow orders but she was a seasoned Knight, something that many citizens strive to be but fail in the process. Handling this by herself was always a prospect.
Long white hair that looked more as if it belonged to a doll alongside a somewhat frustrated deposition, Behemoth made herself easily known to Avalon's sight. There was no noise coming from within the hotel room, except for a light breathing that Enma picked up. Mr. Duran was alive but unconscious. He must have been resting. As Avalon trained her sight on Behemoth, she felt a small quiver on her brow. Or was Mr. Duran being too reckless and had to be tranquilized? Either conclusion were of little consequences to the Warden. When they stood in front of one another, Behemoth dwarfed Avalon. Avalon tilted her head at her sister-in-arms and offered a thin smile.
"I take it that getting him here had some minor mishaps?" |
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AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Knight
UNSORTED
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Post by Behemoth on May 28, 2019 0:11:40 GMT
The mutant’s head turned as someone entered the hall. Crimson clashed vividly with the white of the hotel walls, the approach smooth with each step. The contrast and flow of motions vaguely reminded Behemoth of blood sliding down a bone. A fitting image for the Warden, she decided. In a scene of pain and death Avalon vi Leomagne remained very much alive and in her element, always confident, always strong. Stepping away from the wall that she had been leaning against Behemoth took upon a more dignified posture to greet her superior with. She stood up straight with her hands lightly clasped behind the small of her back, never leaving the front door to the hotel room more than a few paces away.
The difference in their height was apparent, but irrelevant to the mutant. She still bowed her head respectfully, and wore a patient yet attentive expression. The question posed by the Warden was answered without hesitation.
“There was one,” admitted the mutant calmly. “We arrived safely and on schedule. It was only after we had arrived that Mr. Duran’s mishap occurred. I had to remind him firmly about the clandestine nature of this trip, and he’s currently resting and reflecting upon my advice.” A more kinder Knight might have been put off by the implications, but Behemoth didn’t feel that she had anything to hide. If the higher ups had wanted their VIP handled with care, they wouldn’t have assigned the Warden let alone herself to do this job.
“He will be fine. Even more so now that you are here, Warden. I may not be from the Trench’s security cadre, but I will stand firm by your side. Would you care to take a look around for yourself to appraise the situation?” It was Behemoth’s turn to tilt her head slightly in an inquiry. Lock downs were not her forte, but she was hoping to learn a thing or two from working with the Warden. Either on how to secure an area, or tricks on how to kill threats. Both would be useful skills.
“This isn’t the most defensible location so I’m all ears if you have anything in mind, Ma'am.”
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22
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Warden
UNSORTED
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 28, 2019 3:52:01 GMT
through fire and trial confess your sins Behemoth struck Mr. Duran unconscious for his own benefit. But from the research given to Avalon, she easily inferred that Behemoth might have enjoyed doing so. Nevertheless, she let out a sigh at the status of Mr. Duran. "Don't speak in such a way, Behemoth. You're a soldier of the Council. You're destined to be here beside me at this moment. You're now officially a part of the security detail. If you wish to station yourself at the Trench afterward, then you're welcome to."
Enma scoured the area briefly, trying to find life in any manner. If a threat immediately presented itself, one of his soldiers would come forth. Knowing that fact about Avalon's ability must have been a key reason why Avalon was assigned to the mission. Upon returning his essence to Avalon's form, she noticed something strange. The staff of the hotel had been moved from their standard positions. The woman at the front desk stood diligently, stiff to some degree, but now she was missing. She must have been unwilling to aid someone but a knife to the throat dissolves resolve like ice in the sun. Avalon removed her hat, smoothing her hair out before making sure it was nice and secure.
"His enemies have already begun to move," Avalon said, not exactly caring if any scouts could hear her. The brightness of her eyes clashed with the shadow cast by the brim of her hat. "Mr. Duran utilized this hotel way too much, becoming a part of his pattern. It was his safehouse for all his deeds, especially the ones that were meant to be in the dark."
Avalon lowered to the ground, placing her gloved hand against the tile. "You can feel it, right? Like rats. They're rushing into position. They expect us to come downstairs casually. Like friends. Yammering about whatever recent obsession."
She took a step into the room, looking at the comical way that Mr. Duran was laid out across the bed. She resisted snickering...barely. It was enough for Behemoth to hear but it soon subsided. "How much scum can you take care of on your own? Do you care about how many bodies are left on the floor?"
"Do you like to hunt?" |
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