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    Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Godfrey-Berg on Wed 22 Aug 2018 - 14:02

    https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t13669-assasination-contract-olivia-sutton
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    The moon was like a shining silver coin up in the sky, it’s light was reflected by a stream. Next to which was a road and on that road was a rider, a horseman. His steed was pale and its eyes red. An ominous sight in the dark. Even more ominous was the rider, who was clad in black. His black coat of arms displayed a skull of an antlered deer and a dark mantel was clasped around his shoulders, the end flapped behind him as he rode. Under his clothing was mail hauberk and he wore mail trousers and gloves as well. At least he wore a mailed glove on his left hand, which held the rains. His right hand was naked and pale with an exception of a three-armed mark in the colour of blood which was clearly visible in the moonlight. On his head he wore a mail coif and a masked helmet, eerie icy eyes glowed within the mask. Lighting up a part of the helmet's brim. A heather shield, with the same device as his coat, was fastened on the left flank of the horse. While a great axe was held on the right side. All and all a sight that filled the small folk with fear.

    Godfrey was on his way to Hargeon Town, a town that he was no stranger too. It was the town where he met with his master’s daughter, Lilim. It was there made a pact to help each other. He wasn’t going to the town for her, but for a contract. Some fool wanted another fool dead and paid a good price for it. The fool that was going to die by his hands was Olivia Sutton, some old mage. Only she was to die, or he wouldn’t get paid. It would be easier if he didn’t have to watch out for accidentally killing some peasants. He wasn’t the person to kill people at random or slaughter for the sake of it unless he was angered in one way but is convenient not to be restrained. Something in him disagreed, it was Bator. Bator would prefer to slaughter the whole world if he could, bloody bastard loved killing.

    He had been riding all night and he arrived near the outskirts of the town by first light. Olivia was likely to be found in the park in the morning, so Godfrey steered his steed through the streets to the park. It was silent in the streets, the only sign of life where some cats and dogs and some curious rats who seemed fixated on him. The sound of iron on stone echoed in the narrow streets until he arrived near the park. Where he dismounted and sought a place in the shadow of a tree. His horse stood beside him, not paying any mind to the dewed grass beneath its feed.


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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Demi on Sat 8 Sep 2018 - 20:35

    The night was still young to the reaper who sat upon the gates of Hargeon town in a spectral state that was commonly used by reapers when they where awaiting for the death of someone whom had been marked for death. Her blood ruby eyes watched the pale light of the the moon for the longest time, she found calm in in the light "It's a beautiful night this evening, a pity that someone has been marked for death." her she said with a calm tone as she brought her gaze down looking at the scroll in her hand once more with a small sigh. She hated killing but it was part of her job and a big part of the way she had been raised so it wasn't like she could actually avoid such things. Death after all was the universal equaliser after all, there was no way to avoid its eventual cold touch and there was no way to barter for extra time. There where of course stipulations but this didn't prevent death it just changed a persons circumstances, such as becoming undead or even something completely different known as Deathless. Those within the latter state where rare as it had to be allowed by the reaper in question and even then with an extremely good reason, she had allowed it with her sister Korvin but the arguments that came with it still gave her a headache.

    Cirven hadn't wanted her dead and so it forced her and to give Ruvel much needed information and several rules of death to be broken, she know there would be backlash on her young ward for doing what he could do naturally and there was nothing she could do about it, this of course worried her to no end but like death it was inevitable. Her eyes once more wandered to the stars and moon as she remembered seeing this job on the Onyx Moon job board and since she was the reaper chosen to take her last breath she though she may as well get paid for doing the task at the same time. Her gaze lowered form the wonders of the night sky as she heard hoofs on the ground below her, it had mentioned she was going to be doing this task with another but wrinkled her nose in disgust as she seen the aura around the one below her "I hate undead, they upset the balance and it's going to be some sick joke he is my job partner." she said bringing down her mask that changed her normal clothing into an almost gothic lolita dress with matching bonnet. She looked much younger than she actually was and jamp down landing without noise in front of the horse a smile clearly seen on her face as the mask gave a glamour as if she wasn't wearing it. "I am sorry to enquire this dead one but I don't suppose you're here to kill someone due to a contract are you?" she asked deciding not to beat around the bush on the matter, she knew she would have little to worry about if she had gotten it wrong as all it would take was her screaming undead and it would alert the whole town making his life bad while she sneaked away in the shadows only to remove the mask and take her transparent form once more while she awaited the true partner. For now however she had to wait and see what his reply would be.

    If this on the other hand was his partner to be she sighed looking at the horse "The horse can not come with us I am afraid, they would make to much noise and our pray would end up being like a rabbit running for its home alerting everyone and everything in its way making our task that much harder." she said in a matter of fact way, she could tell by the way the other was dressed undead or not that he came from a noble family and that those kinds of people were keen hunters so hoped he would understand and where there was a thrill in a chase now and then having to get to a target that was on full alert in a town filled with a legal guild and guards it would make it more of an annoyance for her to do her task as a reaper let alone a mage. For now the ball was in the others court she would hate to knock sense into him as right now she wanted to give him a true death but it seemed that the universe had other ideas for the two stalkers of the night.

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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Baird on Fri 14 Sep 2018 - 5:25

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    Baird lets up a groan as he held a paper in his hand. He still hadn't fully gotten his newest composition out. He had the strongest urge to do so, but not the inspiration to get it out. He hoped doing this job would help him get it out for him. It had been miraculously placed on the job request board, and he still couldn't help but laugh about it. Not many jobs were on that board, but this one sounded like it'd be better than the rest, even if there would be others and they only were allowed to kill one person. He takes a deep breath and picks up his lute just before he teleported to just a distance outside of Hargeon town. The last thing he did was go around with some lady name Fluffy, and a clown he rather enjoyed the company of. And that's how he got the start of his inspiration for his song. The job request had mentioned a few others would be there as well, just not who they were, and he simply felt it a slight bore. But, just maybe, he needed this? Work with a few others outside of the girl to gain more muse for his piece for her. No way would he let the promise of a composition fall through from him. Baird bet he could be useful still on this job, or could just be annoying if he decided they weren't worth it. As long as he got muse and pay, that's all that mattered for him. He just couldn't kill innocents... lame.

    The musician was playing a soft tune while wearing a black tank top, with a studded black leather vest over his shoulder, black skinny jeans, a studded belt on his hips, and black biker boots on his feet. He even decided to don on a black leather newsy hat this time too. While he played his lute in the soft tune, he seemed to be mentally making notes. The tune he was playing actually didn't go with the instrument, but it was good enough to practice on for the time being as the sound didn't deter too much from how it was supposed to be. When he approaches the gates of Hargeon, he sees a couple figures and stops playing. "Oh? Here to kill someone from a contract? Same here!" He had heard the last bit of the girls question, cackling a bit as he pulls out his crinkled job request paper from his pocket before he pointed his lute behind him.

    His aqua green eyes were glaring daggers out into the distance behind him. He was having a feeling something was there... following him. But he couldn't be too sure if he was just being paranoid or not. He turns his head back to the girl, and the undead she spoke to, and simply tilts his chin up for a brief moment as a gesture of 'sup?' without saying anything. "So gotta do the stupid contract of not hurting anyone but the single geezer, right?" He rolls his eyes and puckers his lips out unhappily. He already hated the job. He wanted more freedom. Maybe next job.
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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Jester on Fri 14 Sep 2018 - 22:16





    There was a cool breeze running through the streets of Hargeon Town tonight. The once lively and prestigious town carried an ominous feel to the air that night. Whether it was the remaining desolation that had yet to be completely refurbished, of a sea beast that had left the place in devastating ruins. Although, perhaps it was that, along the dark streets, beings of a darker and almost unsavoury aura were wondering. Especially the aura of a certain clown who was currently, stepping lightly through the streets. Following the delightful sound of music that seemed to float through the air a distance in front of him, emanating from the strings of a fascinating music man. The music man he had followed here, following a meeting in his guild hall, the unique presence of the man had drawn Jester along. Because if anyone could give him something fun to do, it was this unique green-haired individual. Jester wanted to play, to play with the music man, to see if he could produce a game worth playing.

    The streets were barely lit, and the clowns steps were so light that they barely made more noises than that of a scuttling mouse. Yet, should anyone take a good look at the man, they would witness an elaborate and elegant ballet of movement. Muscle memory from his days in the circus, it was eerily beautiful and creepy to any willing to glance upon him. Yet there weren't any witnesses, not at this time. Many of the inhabitants of Hargeon Town, were tucked away in bed. Holding their loved ones, dreaming sweet and lovely dreams, oblivious to the sinister intentions the night held. The nightmares that walked their streets.  

    The clown was in full gear tonight, he bore a purple star on his right cheek and a blue teardrop on his left. His usual black costume, pink puffy shoulder pads, and pink circular rings around his waist. Those long baggy trousers, and pointed red shoes. The markings of a car deck sitting on the fabric above his chest. His yellow eyes half closed as though in a trance as he danced through the night, following the fascinating music man from a distance. Eventually he sensed that the music man had stopped, his sweet melody ending. No longer dancing, Jester headed closer, stepping into the shadows. He crossed his hands over one another, fiddling with the nail on his index finger. Jester was never one to stay still, alas he tried for the moment, but it wouldn't last long. Listening to the conversation happening a short distance away, he caught the words spoken by the music man, letting out a blissful sigh. Words began to release from his lips, so much for staying quiet.

    "He is the music man, he comes from down the way...and do we play?"

    He crept out of the shadows, speaking slowly as he approached, walking over to the three individuals standing together. His eyes glowing with a peculiar delight, he let out a high-pitched and unnaturally childish little giggle, before continuing.

    "We play the death parade..."






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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Akily on Wed 19 Sep 2018 - 6:10

    Akily had been drawn from her area of solitude by a mysterious playing of music. For some reason, Akily couldn't pin point what instrument, or instruments were playing, but she knew that someone had to be shut up. Today was her day of rest. Being able to spend time with the Universe Spirit was something she did not want to give up. She knew she signed up for a job that was due that very day, but she decided that she had time for herself to wait before going for that kill. She had went to Hargeon that day, wondering if the job was even worth it. Was it worth wasting time from the Universe Spirit? She really didn't know. What she did know though, was that she was going to make the best of her time, and she wasn't going to let some idiotic person/people get in her way of ruining her day. So, she stood up very slowly, wondering where the music was, and in her hand formed a dagger. From her newly found magic, was a beautiful glowing pink dagger. In it's making, were star like structures that almost made the dagger look like a galaxy in its own self. Akily loved how cute this was, because even as she was naive, she didn't get to play with cute things much. Her parents had pretty much ruined her life, even if she didn't see it at the time. The Universe Spirit opened her up to life. She opened her up to something she would've never seen before if she still associated herself with her parents. She wondered, what had happened to them once she left. Did they die, feel pain, or cry pitiful sorrows for their lost child. With a tiny giggle, she said to herself with a laugh, "If so, then they deserved it. They would've caused me imaginable pain if it wasn't for the Universe Spirit."

    With that, she continued walking down the path way, continuing to listen to the song being played. Over time, it began to annoy her even more, so she began running faster. With a sudden leap, she began testing out her ability to fly with her new magic. And so, she did, using the magic to boost her up, higher and higher. It was such an amazing sight to see as she floated up there. The moon shining on her back, and the world from below made things so beautiful. As she reached the extent of her flying capabilities, she began to see where that music came from. Going downwards towards the ground, she perched herself in her a tree, making sure to be as silent as possible. She first listened to a conversation that had been going on between the 4 people below her. One seemed extremely familiar, and with a blast of memories, she remembered him. It was the man she had seen as a plague from before. How had she gotten herself in that situation again? Was the Universe Spirit leading her to him for some reason? She couldn't understand the possible reasons as to why something like this would happen. So, for now she just listened. As she did, she realized that these people were the ones that the job had entailed would be there. With a face of anger, she threw down her dagger in the middle of the group, as it glowed it's beautiful pink light in the darkness. As Akily jumped down from the tree, she showed a face of seriousness, saying to them with a deeper voice than she normally would have, "Now then, how did I get stuck working with idiotic adults like you people? What, are you all seriously what people call "villains" nowadays? What, the lunatic joker, the cheesy composer, the stereotypical villain, and the brooding female? Well, I hope you people are actually gonna be useful." With that, Akily began slowly walking towards them, hand on the handle of her katana resting in the bag on her back. In all honesty, it might've been a bit dumb of her to do that, but she hoped those idiots weren't idiotic enough to mess with her.

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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Godfrey-Berg on Fri 21 Sep 2018 - 12:09

    This dead one, Godfrey’s eyes flickered orange as rage filled him, he was not dead he was alive or so he believed. “I’m here to kill Olivia Sutton.” Said Godfrey in a hoarse and angry voice. He clenched his fists and tried to calm himself, it was no time to let Bator out. He simply nodded as a reply to the white-haired stranger. He dismounted and took out his axe from its holder on the saddle. The horse started walking out of itself and a portal of ice appeared. Icy winds blew from the white abyss within the portal and the horse walked through and the portal faded as powdered snow in the wind. A thin layer of snow on smelted away.

    Godfrey turned around when he heard the sounds of music playing in the distance and not much later a green haired main appeared. Godfrey only replied with a “Yes” to him, did not understand it. He was only going to work with one other and not with more. It wasn’t much longer when a different voice was heard, the voice in question came from a clown. Godfrey sighed, he had no interest in this. He wanted to turn around and proceed to walk further into Hargeon when another person appeared.

    He recognised the voice and the word choice instantly, Her. Godfrey turned towards here and listened to her every complaint on adults. He grinned and started walking into the town, signalling the others to follow with his axe. He wanted the job to finish as fast as possible, so he could release himself from these bunch of people. five people for one, either she is very strong or it is ridiculous, thought Godfrey.

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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Demi on Thu 27 Sep 2018 - 21:40

    Demi blinked feeling other life forces getting closer but these weren't just normal life forces, they held magic and some a lot of magical potential from what she could tell but remained quiet on such things. It wasn't her job to divulge information, just to make sure the dead got to their final judgement and then to their resting place; on occasion however she had to play hunter for souls that had died and fell through the cracks because of incompetent death gods and goddesses. Hearing the first voice that accompanied the lute music she sighed "Will you stop playing that unless you want us to be heard you fool." she grumbled not happy at the sudden intrusion and more than a little agitated at the males cackles. "Oh great who let the lunatic out of the asylum." she asked massaging her temples a little "And for the love of all that is dead you don't openly speak about killing someone in the middle of a street? What happens if a guard or someone with extremely good hearing was nearby you numb skull." her voice was quiet yet harsh as she spoke to the musician more so as this simple job seemed to be turning more into a three ring circus as more time went on with the appearance of what seemed to be a clown.

    She rolled her eyes as the new arrival spoke of a music man, she could only surmise that the 'music man' in question was the one who had turned up strumming his lute and humming. "I'm starting to wonder if this is worth it." she commented with a sigh turning to walk off but then a new voice spoke making her take pause for a moment as she scanned the dimly lit streets to see who the voice belonged to. It was then she seen a little girl with a spoilt brat's attitude and walked over to her leaning in "Be careful little girl, not everything is as it appears and I will have no qualms cutting out that bratty tongue of yours." she said turning to walk once more only to turn a glance back at her with a smirk as she spoke of the universe. "where the universe may have shown you things, I see the blocks that make everything work, this is my gift and curse." she said calmly walking off down the street, she knew she didn't need to do the killing blow but she had to be there to claim the soul. "Lets get this done so we can go our separate ways and not have to deal with each other again..." what she cut herself off from saying was that she would happily kill them if they stayed near her to long because they irritated her.

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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Baird on Sun 30 Sep 2018 - 4:57

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    Baird had grinned when he had someone answer him about them doing a contract as well, but when the white haired lady got upset with him, the musician just shrugged his shoulders. "Someone attacks me? I'll attack them. Simple. What was that thing others like to call it...? Self-defense!" He snapped his finger and winks to her before looking back at Jester. He couldn't help but grin to him. "I had a feeling you were there." He snorts as he shook his head. If the white haired lady was so worried about him making noise, then he probably shouldn't wrap his arm casually around Jester again, even though he rather enjoyed teasing the clown like that after only doing it once. When the dagger went down between the group, Baird seemed rather unamused. "Is it going to blow up? That'd be interesting to see..." He couldn't help but mutter, snorting before he looks up again to see a girl jump down.

    "Cheesy composer my arse, brat. Shouldn't you be in bed by now? Or doing some childish thing?" He grins from nearly ear to ear. "I can only hope your own magic is useful as well if all you got is small little toys to throw around with." His excitement was starting to roll a bit now. He glances to the white haired female as she spoke to the little girl as well. He snorts. He decided he liked her already. She reminded him of someone. And, of course, that reminder sparked some inspiration for his song. His eyes lit up as he already was getting further in this song. He could only hope she would like it too. When the other guy, who was talking to the white haired woman before, started walking away, Baird let his lute go and motioned for Jester to be quiet as he followed along, putting his arms behind his head casually as he smirked to himself, hearing the music in his head.

    As he noticed the moon up in the sky, he listened ahead of him.  "Aw, doll... don't say that! You seem like great company! You sure you want to separate so quickly?" He chuckles. He felt like he knew the answer already, but he couldn't help himself. "And yeah, yeah, you'll cut out my tongue, slice my throat, whatever. All the more thrilling, doll." He chuckles once again as he glances to the little girl, then to the silent looking guy. This bunch was rather quiet, in his opinion, it needed to be loud and amusing. Maybe it would when they found the woman? He could only hope. On the back of his head, he was tapping out the tune of his composition, unable to keep his fingers still.

    The musician had to resist the urge to whistle while he walked, and sighed deeply. "We just going to find this old hags home? Or what? Follow her around?" He glanced around casually. He noticed a few people walking in the streets with lanterns in between a gap in the building they were walking by just then, and sighs once again. He wanted to play, much like he bet Jester did probably. He runs his hand through his green hair as he looked about. "What do old grannies do anymore? Take walks? Feed birds? Give street musicians money for their hard work...?" He couldn't help but grin to that last one. He honestly had no idea what so ever about what a senior citizen did, or if any of his guesses were even right. He didn't have any since he was an orphan and raised in an orphanage run by the worst of nuns he could possibly think of. Thinking of his past made a quiet snarl escape his lips. He hated thinking of where he grew up, but he could only give credit to it for showing him his magic potential through instruments.
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    Re: Two stalkers and one pray

    Post by Jester on Wed 3 Oct 2018 - 21:18





    Giggling dying out, Jester's face turned blank suddenly, like an emotionless doll. His golden yellow eyes glided around the group vaguely, taking in the presence of each individual stoically. The clown showed little reaction to the others, except for the arrival of the small white haired child. Whom after staring at intensely for a minute, he suddenly released a animalistic hiss towards her. Following which his face turned blank once more. He glanced over at the knight, a slowly smile creeping on his lips as he mentioned the name of their target. Waving his hand in a swiping motion, a hand of cards appeared in front of him, facing away in a stack as though being held by an invisible force. Jester plucked a card out of the pack, turning it to face himself. It was the five of clubs. He let out a low chuckle,

    "The card says; tonight Livvy will have visitors, not the tea party she hoped for."

    He offered with another cackle, glancing over at Baird with an expression that almost suggested he was hoping for some form of response from the music man. He moved the stack in front of the music man, indicating for him to choose a card. As they were addressed by the woman, demanding they finish the job quickly so they could separate. He listened to Baird's response with amusement, Jester leaned forward, interlinking his arms behind his back. "The Damsel of death to cut out your tongue..." Folding his tongue inwards so he appeared to have lost it he continued, "Carrgn eaaath yore hikenn wem iss dunn." He unfolded his tongue, allowing it to lull out of his mouth before rolling it at everyone.

    As the crowd began to move Jester moved with them, bobbing up and down as he walked. He knew he had to be quiet, but that didn't mean he had to be still. Up and down, Up and down. He bobbed at weaved. Heading in the direction of this 'Olivia Sutton' woman. He could feel his bloodlust rising, the prospect of death was always a satisfying one. As long as it wasn't an easy death, for that would not do. Plus this was the first time he had ever headed to a murder with a party in tow. A rather unique party at that. Were anyone to be paying attention to Jester's bobbing, they would noticed a sudden change into his clothes. As though materialising out of thin air. He's clown-wear would change to that of a maroon suit. As he bobbed up a cane appeared in front of him, he swung his arm and caught it. As he bobbed down a top hat appeared above him and plopped down lightly on top of his head. And as he slowly turned his head to the group, he offered them a eerily wide smile that spread across his face. In front of it a white mask growing, offering a similar eerie grin.  He swung the cane over his shoulders and rested it behind his neck, no longer bobbing, he strutted along in a much smoother manner. Hands resting idly on each end of the cane.





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