With the Moon Above (Leah / Stein / Orokana / Cassiopeia)

Job Thread: Werewolf Hunt
Job Approval Link: Page 22, Post 550

Leah waited in silence, perched on the edge of a roof, her legs lightly swinging below her while she inspected her one and only pistol, Raven. Routinely going through all of the moving parts of the firearm, the assassin from Errings Rising was finally satisfied when the click of the slider chimed as it assumed its original position. The client of the job, an elderly man called Jansen was the chief of this small village, on the outskirts of the Cursed Lands. He was looking at her with an expression that expressed all of his doubt, unsure if the girl was really suitable for the job. Her carefree nonchalance unnerved him, especially when he himself knew the dangers of the werewolves, the targets of the job this time.

As she turned her around slowly to take in the view, predominantly looking at the entrance to the village, Leah sneered at the village elder’s worried expression. Jansen was also continuously looking at his watch, checking it for the tenth time since half an hour ago. The reason that he kept looking at the watch was also why Leah was rather relaxed about the mission. From what she knew, there were going to be three more mages assigned to the job to take out the werewolves. It was a relatively low-ranked job, not worth the time of more experienced and powerful mages, hence the job falling to this would-be motley crew of four.

The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, casting an orange-yellow hue across the small village. Their job would begin at night anyway, since that would be when the werewolves would show themselves. But Jansen was in a hurry. He wanted to be back in the safety of his home when the moon reared its head up, rather than standing around looking like an easy target.

“Here comes one of them,” Leah shouted to the man below her, pointing with her right index finger towards the entrance of the village. Jansen had mentioned that the village didn’t have much visitors and all of the villagers were already huddled up in their homes, hence allowing Leah to make her deduction. However, the waning light also made it difficult for her to see who it was or what they looked like from the current distance between them.

@Orokana Yuhi
@Stein66
@Cassiopeia

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The ground shook, as heavy footsteps rumbling through the forests sending flocks of birds cawing as they fled into the skies above for safe refuge. Small trees were knocked aside, logs crushed underfoot and footprints were left a foot deep in the soft earth with every step of black... high heeled boots. Cassiopeia had used her magic, as she often did, to grow to enormous size. It made traveling quick and easy when every stride was the length of a barn and your head towered over the treetops. The Kaijin's eyes were locked on the plumes of smoke from the chimney fires of the village. She was getting close.

This job would be her first real taste of battle since joining Dies Irae, which was exactly why she'd signed up for it. As a lowly Neophyte within her new guild, the Kaijin woman had thus far only been able to take on mundane jobs that were little better than running errands and other menial tasks for people. The pay was fine, for the work. But Cassiopeia lived for battle, she craved the rush of adrenaline that got the blood flowing in the heat of combat. And for that she'd signed up for this job. Werewolves, Cursed Lands, it was everything she could ask for. A good change to sharpen her nails and crush a few spines... and get paid handsomely for doing it.

The one caveat to this though, was even though she was now formerly a member of Dies Irae, none of her fellow guild mates had also signed up. This wasn't to say she was flying solo, since accepting the job Cassiopeia had learned there would be several other mages accompanying her on this job. Cassiopeia had spent years as a guildless mage, she was used to rag tag teams. She only hoped their personalities didn't clash too violently, as sometimes happened when enough strangers were forced to interact.

The trees grew less dense, the forest thinning as Cassiopeia drew close to the village. She could see the lights from the windows as she moved from the forest's edge into a clearing. Fifty feet tall from head to toe, she looked quite the sight. The guards standing watch over the village gates shot up in alarm, clutching their spears in hand and trembling at the unexpected sight of the giantess approaching. Cassiopeia just smiled, as a brilliant blue glow ran up the spines and ridges along her back and tail. Her eyes shone bright with her Atomic Magic, and the woman began to shrink back down to normal as she dispelled her magic.

By the time she reached the gates she was down to her normal seven foot height, blowing the guards a kiss as she strode through the village gate. She walked with a heavy sashay to her steps, hips moving in sultry motion as her long tail lagged behind her. Cassiopeia made her way through the small village, the job had said to meet at the Village Elder's home in the center of town. As the Kaijin drew close she spotted the elder, standing around with a worried look on his face. A stranger sat perched on the nearby rooftop, a young woman, no doubt a fellow mage by her nonchalance.

Cassiopeia made her way up to the duo, coiling her thick tail on the ground and then seating herself on it like a chair. "Cassiopeia Gojira." She said simply, reaching into a dress pocket and retrieving the original flyer from her job board back at the guild to show the elder. "I'm here about the werewolf job... and I see I'm not the first to arrive either." She added, orange eyes wandering to look up and down inspecting her roof perched associate. "I don't suppose you know when the others are arriving do you?" The woman asked in a somewhat annoyed tone. "The sooner we're all here... the sooner we can get to work."

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The undead lich slowly walked in the forest. Wearing a red mask with bright blue eyes to hide him from people that didnt need to know what he was, and gloves hiding his skeletal hands. The forest was dark so it was kinda hard to see the skeletal man. His His foot steps were light as he slowly crept closer to the meet up spot. His dark purple cloak dragging a bit as he moved and he sighed thinking about how he needs to clean his cloak again. Soon he got into view of the three people. The undead lich looking around at them, studying them, as he stopped when he was close enough and gave a small bow. "Greetings, my name is Orokana, I hear we have a werewolf to hunt?" He looked at the elder and stood there. His mask had a unnatural smile on it as it scanned them more. seeing the assassin and the kaijin. The assassin looked normal besides her white hair and the kaijin was a strange sight for the lich as he never saw her before. Shrugging it off since he didnt really care about these people yet. He would slowly take out a tome and start to read as they would wait for their last party member to show up. The tome was black and dirty, like it was on a shelf for longer then a couple hundred years. He could feel his bones aching to kill something since its been so long since he has watching something slowly lose life in their eyes. It excited him to know that he was going to be one of the few that could kill a werewolf today, and he could also see how other mages worked in case he needed to know these for future en-devours.

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