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    For a Song

    Post by Cetus on 25th January 2019, 5:01 pm

    Cetus strolled down the street of Oak Town. It felt rather strange to be walking without his mask. His golden eyes brought more than a few stares. However, his mask was associated with his identity as a Hidden Blade. He wasn't allowed to wear it into public. As he needed a few tools, he was hence walking through the town without his mask. The shark man was drawing a few other stares as well. They looked strangely heated but Cetus couldn't make heads or tails of them. Did the women - and that one man- want something? Were they angry with him? He looked down at himself. His legs were sheathed in blue cloth. The pants tightly hugged his lower body and were light, allowing him to move with ease. His chest was covered by a wife beater that showed off his powerful arms. Cetus had chosen to keep his feet bare as well. There was no telling if he would need to fight.

    Speaking of which that was another reason he was in Oak Town. It was the best place to find ancient, powerful magics. Given that the White Court was rather recognizable, Cetus realized he needed another magic. When not in his Hidden Blade uniform, he could use the second magic to further mask his identity. It would need to be something unlike his White Court contract. Otherwise someone might draw a parallel. There must be some fairly ancient magic he could use. Perhaps it wouldn't be too much trouble to revive a Lost magic. It might even be fun to have two unique magics.

    One of the girls was approaching him. Cetus frowned unsure as to what she wanted. His hand went to the knife on his back. Some mugger had tried to threaten him. Cetus was sure he was still alive somewhere. The man was merely missing two fingers on his right hand. A tiny snack. Hmmm, he was hungry. There were a few restaurants in town. He'd look into them after getting his woodcarving tools. The girl had stopped in front of him. She was wearing a flimsy top that barely covered her chest and pants that left nothing to the imagination. Literally, Cetus could see everything. It was disgusting. She was doing it for attention only and... and now she was leaning over. The shark man resisted rolling his eyes. For the gods, why did she dress like that? If she was going to make her chest fall out of her shirt anyway, she might as well have gone without one.

    "So..." Cetus nearly gagged at her sickly sweet tone. That couldn't be her real voice. There was no way. If it was, he'd being doing her a favor if he killed her. "You're new in town. Do you need someone to show you around? Are you looking for something specific? Or are you looking to have a good time" She winked at him, fluttering her eyelashes madly. Cetus struggled not to scowl. He needed to appear friendly. Thankfully, now he understood what she wanted. He supposed he could. Maybe. If her voice wasn't so damn irritating and there was a point to it. Sex was just another tool. Cetus let the warmth bleed from his eyes as he smiled at the girl. She blanched stepping back a few steps. "Thanks but I found what I was looking for."

    The shark man pushed past the idiot female. The store he'd been looking for was just ahead. Sanctuary. The horny mob wouldn't walk in there. It was full of wood dust and sharp objects. They'd be coughing when they tried to seduce him. Actually that might stir some kind of amusement inside his chest. He'd welcome the try if only to see if he could be amused. Cetus paused at the door. Was anyone following him?

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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Pandora Dagger on 27th January 2019, 6:07 am

    The streets seemed endless as Pandora literally struggled to keep herself going; if being immobile wasn't already bad enough, this road was made out of cobblestones. And if there was a pair that didn't go together, it for sure was the pair known to be stability and cobblestones. She'd honestly been losing her patience stabbing her cane inbetween the many small crevices between the stones, hoping to get some more grip when leaning into her cane. The power she exerted to grip her non-magic-infused cane made her knuckles turn white, but she'd rather do it like this than to ask for help. Despite having opened her heart not too long ago, the redhead was still wary of strangers in even stranger places. And Oak town, although a quaint town, had such strange places within its small confinement. Pandora couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for this town to be leveled if she'd actually used the magic within her cane…. each and every tap with it could literally tear apart an entire street without batting an eye. Shaking her head Pandora dismissed the thought; after all, destruction wasn't quite what she'd come here for.

    It had been more than 10 years since she'd last visited Oak Town, but recalled a multitude of woodwork shops and carpenters had settled their businesses here. And back in the day, those people had been skilled beyond measure. Now she actually needed their expertise and skill, she hoped at least a handful of those were present still, to take upon her request. Sporting her usual kimono and the skull-patterned jacket hanging around her shoulders, Pandora had taken note of several non-comforming eyes looking her way. Of course she didn't look the part of an innocent visitor passing through town; if it weren't her clothes it would probably be the large scar adorning the left side of her face, with the glass, square eyepatch covering it. She was quite certain some might've wondered why she was even walking around with a cane, and they'd probably be more understanding if they knew of her handicap. But that was the point of wearing this kimono; it hid the fact she was missing her left leg almost perfectly. Because who would take note of the two remaining inches between her clothes and the ground actually missing a second foot, when the rest of her appearance was figuratively slapping people in the face for their attention? Not that she quite minded looking a bit more badass. It kept unwanted company away from her.

    And talking about unwanted company, it seemed like she wasn't the only one who had issues with that. As the warrioress turned the corner, as per the directions she was given earlier on, found herself looking upon such a scene unfolding in the distance. Not that she could properly pinpoint their faces, as said distance still covered about three dozen meters, but she could make out the crude silhouettes of their clothing as she made her way down the street. She wasn't particularly interested in the scene, but with nothing better to look at found herself taking note of the situation. The woman was eccentric, to say the least, and didn't quite hide that she functioned as a lady of pleasure, trying to find her clientele upon these cobblestone streets. The man, although he could look the part of said clientele in her eyes, did not seem to be so fond of the woman addressing him. It wasn't his attitude that betrayed him, but more the way he didn't act that made Pandora come to said conclusion. He seemed to be done talking to the frivolous woman when there was only a dozen more meters between them, and went on his way. Pandora couldn't help but take a gander at the two; the woman looked disappointed, whereas the man… well, she couldn't quite point that out as she was looking upon his broad back. His attire; a tight-fitting wife beater and a pair of pants tight enough to make Pandora mentally nod in approval to the sight.

    She had to suppress a chuckle as she shook her head. Not that she couldn't appreciate the overall beauty of Mother Nature's creations, but now was not the time to think of that. Although she couldn't help but wonder how Kessicia would look in such tight pants. A goofy smile snuck upon her face as she continued walking with that thought in mind, and soon enough found herself at her destination… safe that she wasn't the only one in need of being in said particular shop. Pandora looked up and realised a man was blocking her path, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. The moment the man turned Pandora couldn't help but look surprised, as she stared him straight in the eyes for a the briefest of moments. ”Well look at that… golden eyes.” Pandora thought to herself, blinking. His cyan-colored hair had an intriguing model, and she noticed the man was only a tad bit taller than herself, and to be honest, the man looked quite menacing appearance-wise. The woman nodded her head in a polite greeting before speaking. ”My apologies sir, but I need to be here as well.” she said, motioning towards the door behind him with her free hand.



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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Cetus on 28th January 2019, 4:13 pm

    Cetus wasn't expecting the tap whatsoever. He'd paused at the door to collect himself. Perfect opportunity for the Order of Law to strike. The knife's handle was cool against his palm. When a secondary, actually harmful attack didn't come, Cetus turned around. His eyes locked with one pale red eye. Then out of habit, his eyes dropped to look at the ground. Or more specifically, the woman's foot. She was missing at least part of her leg then. It must make it hard to fight. Clinically, Cetus took in the woman standing before him. Kimono, which hid her deficiency though he couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. Cane for stability, might also serve as feigned weakness. Leather jacket with skulls, likely either an act of being tough, liking the look or a mixture of liking it and being a real badass. Long flowing red hair in a pony tail, either indicating confidence or ignorance for battle. A glass eyepatch--strange--covering what looked like a scar. She'd seen battle that was for sure. A physique--rather a chest and waist combination--other males might find intriguing. Or perhaps the correct word was arousing? Cetus wondered what it might be like to feel that way. His parts all functioned but nothing had really peeked his interest. Many males claimed 'it' had a mind of its own. Cetus had never been bothered by such inclinations. Those males were simply weak.

    Cetus stopped his perusal of the woman, his eyes clinical. "Of course Ma'am." He opened the door to the shop for her. It was a strangely polite thing to do and it brought a small smile to his lips. The shark man debated taking things another step. One of his hobbies was woodcarving. Well sculpting with various materials. It would be quite the challenge to create a functioning leg for this woman. He could see a few functional designs already, provided she allowed him to take on such a task. "Mayhap are you looking for a leg, Ma'am? I happen to be quite the crafter, if I do say so myself. I'd be happy to help you out in exchange for a small favor."

    His mind was rapidly working. If this connected to that and that went there, maybe... Then add a lacrima based propulsion system on top of it... the leg was already coming together. He wanted to make this thing. However, there were two things he needed. Cetus knew never to do anything for free. First, given his recent recruitment into Hidden Blades, he wanted a new magic to mask his involvement in the guild further. While this woman wasn't a powerful mage, she was still magical. A little help in obtaining a new magic wouldn't go amiss. Second, he needed to see the wound or stump or whatever she had that he could attach it to.

    Cetus stepped into the shop after the woman. He stepped aside so he wasn't crowding her and put his hands behind his back. It gave him better reach of his weapon. It might have also made his muscles bulge a bit. "I would need to see what's left of your leg in order to make you a new one. The favor is merely helping me find a magic." Cetus debated the merit of acting helpless. It had somewhat in the past. The idea was discarded swiftly. He felt the flickering of some emotion deep in his gut. There was a... joyous anticipation of creating an all new leg for this woman. Cetus resolved to examine that feeling later. There was something else he should do for sake of politeness. "I also would like to know if you merely want a simple leg or if you would like me to add various features to it. I can do either if you wish. I can also surprise you if you'd like."

    The shark man looked around quickly. Where were the carving tools? Ah there. He could grab them whenever. His eyes roved the rest of the shop. What else was in here that he could use? Some redwood would make nice outer sheathing if reinforced with a lattice of metal. There was also a lacrima-infused wood he could use. It was rather expensive but if it served as the core, Cetus might be able to make the leg autonomous. A few extra pieces could then power any extra features he might add. Cetus' eyes lit up when he spotted a barrel in the back corner. Stygian Duskwood was the name on the sign above it. The price was high but it looked like there were a fair few planks in there. He could make a fair amount of autonomous limbs using that. A smile, a real one, crossed Cetus' face as he looked back at the woman. His pointed teeth glinted in the light. This project was stirring feelings and giving him a challenge. He was going to enjoy it.

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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Pandora Dagger on 6th February 2019, 12:26 pm

    Unlike her expectations, the cyan-haired man did not only move aside but also held the door open for her to pass through. Somewhat of a welcome surprise after the man had seemingly taken a gander at her feet… or rather, the missing one of those two. He'd been subtle about it when looking at the floor after turning around, but Pandora had grown used to the gazing upon the things she was missing. They had a piercing quality she couldn't come to describe with words alone, but nonetheless, she always noticed when people stared. Not that she was bothered by it; so as she thanked him with a small nod and walked on, stepping into the store. It was then that the man suddenly spoke up again, obviously directed at her person, and mentioned whether her intentions were those of looking for a leg. Pandora slowed down and halted in the next three steps she took, a grin playing on her lips. She didn't turn around as she replied the man. “Do I look like a pirate in need of a peg leg by any chance, hmmm?” she said, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous glinster in her eyes. She was joking, obviously, but couldn't help it. This was the first time someone had inquired about her leg without prior knowledge of it, so in all honesty the warrioress found herself slightly perplexed at the same time.

    ”But,” Pandora continued after a brief pause, turning around to look the man straight in the eyes. “You got quite the eye to discern my needs from a mere glance,” Pandora spoke, not quite confessing that it was indeed the reason of her visit. Yet at the same time, she did not deny it either. “But your guess isn't entirely wrong either, as that's indeed what I'm looking for.” She didn't add more to those words than she deemed necessary, and looked the man up more intently, realising it to be the same man as she'd seen earlier on the streets. He followed her into the store and moved to the side, arms firmly behind his back. She had no idea what exactly the use of taking that posture was, but taking note of his well-trained muscles bulging as he did made her wonder if he wasn't trying to contradict his handiness with his brawn. The man then started talking about his plan; how he'd have to see her leg to make sure what to make, how she wanted the design to be, and what exactly he wanted in return for his services. The way he started looking around the atelier for wood, with a seemingly knowing, keen eye for the many variants present. It betrayed his passion and craftsmanship, which pleased the redhead.

    “Although your offer sounds very tempting, I'd rather set some details straight first… what sort of magic are you looking for to learn, exactly? I wouldn't want to accept an offer I cannot return in kind.” she replied in kind, getting a bit closer to the man, and leant onto her cane as she watched him work his mind. ”And perhaps some names might be in order too, seeing that if I were to accept, that'd be the least of formalities we'd have to get across. I'd at least wish to know the name of the one who's gonna be looking at what's underneath these humble clothes of mine.” A teasing wink accompanied the grin that spread across her face, but be it only briefly before she got herself back in line. ”Anywho. Pandora Dagger, pleased to make your acquaintance, mister…?” she moved her weight a bit more and extended a hand towards the cyan-haired man.



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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Cetus on 7th February 2019, 2:29 pm

    Cetus frowned at the woman's response to his question. The look in her eye when she looked over her shoulder was confusing as well. What did pirates have to do with this? Or peg legs for that matter? Peg legs were for missing lower legs and he hadn't even seen the injury yet. Or was she referring to the strange glass eye patch she was wearing? Did that make her a pirate? Maybe this woman was a pirate lost far inland and looking for a leg to make it back to her ship. Cetus wasn't quite sure. "I merely extended the offer as I saw a chance to challenge myself, ma'am. I'm not sure what pirates or peg legs have to do with this situation. If you are a pirate or want a peg leg or a combination of both, I didn't mean to offend in any way. I can easily make you a peg leg if you wish though it would be a disappointing use of my talents." Cetus finally replied, deciding the truth was the best way to go. His face was perfectly composed as he spoke, belaying a sense of seriousness to his words.

    The woman's next words kept Cetus off balance. Had her previous statement been a joke then? It must have been. So he'd made a fool of himself already. He moved uncertainly from foot to foot. How did one interact with people? He wasn't quite sure he knew how anymore. This woman had thrown Cetus' entire self confidence under the bus with only a few sentences. After a brief pause, the shark man launched into his plans for her leg. It seemed the safest option at this point. No need to further embarrass himself. The shark man quickly forgot his embarrassment as he lost himself in his enjoyment of carving, of crafting.

    The shark assassin listened carefully to the woman's concerns regarding his offer. That was all well and good. It was natural for her to have some doubts. What he found surprising was that the woman wasn't trying to wiggle out of it but was making sure what he was asking for was within her reach. Intriguing. She got a bit closer which nearly caused Cetus to cock his head. What was the purpose of getting closer? They were already at a respectable conversing distance. He ignored it so as to pay attention to the rest of her words. Names. Right, he'd forgotten that was a custom. What name to use? And why was the woman winking/smiling strangely? Was there something abnormal about looking at what you were working with? Perhaps she was trying to make this a carnal thing. Cetus wouldn't mind, she wasn't bad on the eyes. However, he knew what a woman's body looked like. It wasn't like he was a virgin. The assassin's mind spun trying to make sense of this woman and her words. Mechanically, Cetus extended his hand to take hers. "Caimileir. No last name. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Dagger."

    Cetus shook himself once to get himself back on track. Those thoughts weren't helping. They were useless and therefore must be discarded. "The magic I'm looking for is a Lost version of the Ancient song magics. I've done a fair amount of research into the Lost version and I believe I've pinpointed the libraries where the tomes for it might be. Failing to find them there, there are two museums I've marked down and three ruins that hold the key to this magic. You need do little more than help me search. If we fail to find anything, I'll make your leg and be on my way without complaint. Of course, I will give you a way to contact me so that I can do maintenance and update the leg should you wish." Cetus pulled a map of Cedar from his belt. He'd marked down all the places he needed to visit upon it. Hopefully the Lost magic would be in one of the first few sites. He'd rather spend his time training in the magic rather than looking for it. Cetus spread the map out for Pandora to see. This would give her a better idea of what her end of the deal entailed.

    "Take your time deciding. I've got all day." Cetus said despite his impatience. He wanted to find the Lost magic and work on Pandora's leg as quickly as possible. "Any insight you might have would be greatly appreciated by the way. I haven't been to this town before." Not entirely true given he'd assassinated some offical's son a week back or so. It had been a message to the official to pay his dues to his loan sharks or else. It had been rather disappointing with the target crying, snot and tears everywhere as he begged for his life. It'd been a favor to the world, putting him out of his misery. "Anything you want for your leg in particular would also help immensely in planning it out. While you take a look at that, I'll just be purchasing some supplies and some tools." Cetus slipped away, intent on grabbing as much Stygian Duskwood as he could. He returned rather quickly. The wood was in a large box he balanced on his shoulder. A bag in his other hand held the tools he'd come for. "Well? Will you take the deal or should I find another use for this wood?" It came out rather more brusque then he'd meant it to. He was making it clear he didn't talk to people all that often. Not a weakness he'd wanted to reveal. However it was too late now. Cetus peered at Pandora as he waited for her answer.

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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Pandora Dagger on 24th February 2019, 3:12 am

    ”Caimileir… an intriguing, yet rare name to come across. And just so you know; if there's no last name for you then mine doesn't need to be included either. Pandora is just fine.” she replied as she shook the hand short but firmly. When Caimileir expanded more upon her side of the deal, how she would only have to help him with finding the tomes for learning this magic, and how if they found nothing she'd still be given the leg he promised her plus a way to contact him in case of needed repairs or updates, she blinked. “That sounds like a win-win situation for me, in all honesty. I'd be a fool to decline… or to accept without expecting ulterior motives, at least. Pandora whispered the last bit underneath her breath, just moving her lips in a single sigh rather than actually speaking the words. The man seemed reliable at least, but she couldn't take the offer without expecting outward danger… especially in her situation. If he was working with them, then this would be the perfect ploy for an ambush. Then again, if it weren't and she passed up on this golden opportunity, she'd regret it forevermore. She really needed a handy craftsman to fashion her an artificial leg. If anything she could carve the lacrima herself, but to equip it into a handmade model of a prosthetic leg… no. She could do many things, but she wasn't superwoman.

    Pandora listened further as Caimileir kept on talking. “Hmmm… lost ancient song magics, you say? I recall a thing or two about one of my guil- I mean, friends to have a similar magic among their arsenal. She did tell me about where she'd been looking…. you by any chance have these places you mentioned marked down on a map?” Pandora questioned, and was promptly shown a map the man pulled from his belt. When he spread it open for her to see she stared at it for a good while, letting her fingers run across the smooth parchment as she followed the imaginary leylines within Cedar. Not that they did not existed, but they were never truly written down officially. Yet she did know a few people who'd spent their lifetime finding and scribbling them down… and she in turn has taken her time learning them by heart. Funny, especially since she only bothered doing so for the leylines within Fiore rather than Bellum, and she'd only just returned here for the first time in 10 years. It still seemed to come in handy though, with all the information her former guild members had entrusted to her.

    She heard Cetus say something to her before walking off for a bit, but didn't make out the words he’d said, her own mind reminiscing about her past in Bellum. They weren't coming back anymore. All of them were dead and gone because they had followed her ideals, her beliefs. Being reminded of their favorite things through this made her face turn grim for a moment. Fingertips dug into the map and arched softly, angrily. Pandora's heart felt heavy, and she took a moment to close her eyes and take deep breaths when she was looking down on the piece of parchment spread before her. Focus. There was no way she could be showing weakness now, in this moment. Not in front of this newly-met, probably soon-to-be benefactor. A deep sigh left her body as she straightened herself, almost at the same time Caimileir returned to her, asking her whether she'd made her decision. The look on her face had returned back to normal, not a hint of sadness or reminiscing left upon it. ”You got yourself a deal, Caimileir. I'll make sure you get those tomes at any cost… which might be not-so-legal if there end up being some in those museums you mentioned.” she said this last bit in an almost whispering tone, silent enough for him to hear it, but only him and no-one else. ”And lucky for you I know at least one of these locations you pinpointed holds a tome, be it of the more advanced song magic. This ruin in particular;” she pointed at one of the marked spots right outside Cedar. ”If I recall correctly they have been excavating these ruins one by one in order to find artifacts of ancient times… and have found some in the process. Which makes those two museums targets of interest as well, as they've been the ones having issued the excavations. I suggest taking a look within them first to pinpoint the tomes if we plan on hitting those too.” Pandora said casually, clearly not bothered about the non-legal aspects featured within the plans. If she said she'd help him at all costs, then it would be at all costs. No exceptions.

    ”Ah, and regarding my leg, Pandora suddenly shifted the conversation to another topic. ”Nothing much preference-wise, aside from two things. I'd like it to look as real as possible, with joints so I can bend the knee, ankle and toes alike… and an area that can fit a lacrima of this size.” The woman said, pulling a large, uncut lacrima out of her pocket dimension. ”It might need some slight resizing, but I can take care of the sigils and runic engravings necessary to make it work if need be.” She said, getting up and around the table so the cyan-haired man could take a better look at the lacrima, and if wanted, take it if he needed to get a closer look at it. ”Whatever else you wish to do with it is all up to you; I'll leave it in the crafter's caring hands…. which reminds me, you might need to see what exactly you'll be dealing with.” A smile crossed her lips shortly, and she took a look around the shop in search of something. While scanning the place she made eye-contact with the owner and gave him a short, polite nod, and was given one in return when her eyes gestured at an area of interest to her. The shopkeeper looked nervous, and she grinned as she leant on her cane and moved forth. “Well… let's go somewhere a bit more private first then. Not that I'm a prude or anything, but I'd rather not flash a pair of legs in public when it's not necessary. Especially not when it's for the eyes of another man… I at least wish to retain that much dignity.” Pandora ushered, patting the man on the chest and gesturing him to come along to a more private spot in the shop's atelier. The shopkeeper did not seem to object after having heard her drop her name, and as many to whom it sounded familiar, they did not try to figure out whether she was faking to be one of the Dagger familia or not. Not willing to bring harm upon their humble business just in case they were wrong in assuming differently. The woman couldn't help but grin. It truly was surprising how much power the name held… and how little they would do against her because of it. By this time she was certain she could rob a bank and get away with it; not that she was planning on doing so or something. Maybe.

    It might have been that Caimileir had other plans, but she figured he'd at least get to see what design he had to start thinking of before they went tome-hunting. ”My apologies if it seems rather brusque, but I'd at least like the thought of you knowing what you’ll be working on as a… call it “deposit” of sorts, before we go get those tomes for you. Soothes my mind a bit. Unless you have a better place to examine my leg at, in which case I'll follow you along.” Pandora said, turning around to face him. They were halfway the shop at best if he'd decided to follow her, if not she would've gone back on her steps to make sure he heard her.



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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Cetus on 25th February 2019, 8:02 pm

    Cetus caught the small slip that Pandora let out. So she was either a guild mage or she'd been in a guild at one point. Adding that small tidbit to the little he knew, the assassin went back to contemplating the woman before him. Pandora Dagger. He'd heard the name Dagger before somewhere. He just couldn't quite put his finger on where. It was bothering him. His memory was one thing that he felt any flicker of pride about. Either he knew about the Dagger name in passing - meaning he knew next to nothing - or some kind of spell was affecting his mind. There was no other way he'd forget information.

    When the shark man heard that Pandora would be accepting his deal, his smile was broad. There was no real happiness to it however. He hadn't felt even the smallest sense of that emotion. The satisfaction of getting a chance to kill two birds with one stone was the little that he did feel. His ears were keenly attuned to Pandora's voice as she explained things she knew. Her description of illegal activities possibly being required made him rather uneasy. Not because he was opposed to breaking in and stealing things. Rather, he was establishing the identity of Caimileir as an upright citizen who followed the law. Breaking the law would provide an obstacle to that objective. "I will ask an associate of mine, Mister Shark, to accompany you should you need to... take a more creative approach to obtaining these tomes. I'm not exactly the best at such activities and a black mark on my record might get me kicked out of Fiore." That should put him in the clear. He did however wish to look into the museums. There could be other items there that would be immensely helpful. "Looking into the museums won't do any harm though. If the tomes don't happen to be there, all the better."

    As Pandora switched to the topic of her leg, Cetus' focus became razor sharp. He felt... excited about this project. It would push his limits. He'd create something new that no one had ever seen before. His lacrima cord would create real musculature within the leg. It was too bad he didn't have anything to mimic skin. That would be his ultimate goal as he continued to update the leg. Upon seeing the lacrima Pandora wanted in her leg, Cetus frowned. His designs would have to be adjusted in order to accommodate that. He gently took it from the woman. "I'd prefer to put the script and runes on it myself if you wouldn't mind. I only need a clear illustration of the runes and script you wish to place upon it. If you insist on detailing it yourself, I won't stop you. However, it'll make it harder for me to incorporate it into the leg at that point. The rest of your concerns I had already planned on implementing into the leg. It might not work exactly how you wish off the start but over time, we'll get it working in perfect order."

    Cetus actually felt pleased when Pandora offered to show him her leg. That saved him from asking himself and making things awkward. Women were rather weird about showing their legs to men. The pat on his chest surprised the shark man. It was a bit more familiar than he thought someone at their stage of knowing each other might do. Not that it truly mattered to him. He followed her into the center of the shop. Looking around, he set out a log for her to sit upon. "I only have my workshop and if I bring you there, I'll lose my leverage as I start to work on your leg." He said gesturing for her to sit. Once she was sitting, Cetus knelt beside her. Her kimono was moved aside with quick easy movements.

    The leg he was to work on was wrapped in bandages. The shark man pursed his lips. "Excuse my forwardness" He said his fingers quickly unwrapping her leg. The wound was new-ish by the looks of it. Three or four months by his best guess. The wound had been burnt shut as well. The puckered skin looked rather sensitive. Cetus placed his hands upon the skin. His fingers gently worked the forming scar tissue. "A nasty wound to be sure." He murmured more to himself than anything. He tried his best to ease the leg out to the side. If she resisted, Cetus made do. Anyone else might have found it awkward to be kneeling between the legs of a stranger. The shark man didn't think much of it. While he could find things beautiful, he didn't feel the same kind of passion everyone else did. He began poking and prodding the leg higher up. His hands gently held Pandora's leg. Only when he realized he was cupping Pandora's butt in his exploration did Cetus finally stop and move back. "I apologize again for my forwardness. I need to be intimately knowledgeable about your leg from where it connects to your pelvis to where it ends. I should mention this process will be painful. Connecting the nerves in your leg to the artificial nerves I'll be creating won't be fun."

    Cetus got to his feet, brushing the sawdust off his pants. That was that. He now knew better what he was working with. "Shall we head to the museums? It'd be better to go before the crowds really get going. Too many people see you there and if you have to break in, they'll be able to point you out. Not what we want." He was making himself sound a little too knowledgeable about committing crime now. Yay. Without really waiting for an answer, Cetus headed toward the door. His chest flickered with some unknown emotion. It was impossible for him to even pinpoint what it was. The symptoms seemed to be a flushed face and a swollen... nether region. If it hadn't been for that second symptom, he might have thought it was embarrassment. Unless there was a way that emotions could twine together. That would make his learning process much more difficult. Cetus headed toward the first museum with a confident purposeful stride. No point on dwelling on those troublesome emotions.

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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Pandora Dagger on 6th March 2019, 3:19 pm

    Pandora noticed the man's sudden hesitation as she mentioned the possibility of having to resort to a more criminal way of acquiring the tomes, and was quick to tell her he didn't want to blemish his clean record of law-abiding citizen. The redheaded nodded in understanding, knowing all too well what it was to be kicked out a country. Not that she was actually kicked out, but having to flee across its borders because the government was after your person with the intent to kill cut it close enough. Luckily however it seemed that Caimileir had an associate, going by the name of Mr. Shark, that would be able to help her out if they had to go about breaking and entering. The peculiar name aside, Pandora was actually glad she didn't have to do so alone if they ended up having to lighten the museum of its exhibitions through some more underhanded means. Not that she couldn't do so, but seeing how she was a bit slower on her feet these days, sneaking in or escaping at breakneck speed wasn’t quite up her alley at the moment. And she didn’t quite look forward to leveling several buildings to get it done. ”It’s as you say; to me it's less of a bother whether Fiore wants to keep or lose me. That's to be said, if me and this associate of yours actually get caught. But you're in your right to be prudent, one could never know after all.” Pandora nodded in conclusion to his statement, continuing onward.

    When she pulled out the lacrima for Caimileir to see, Pandora could've sworn to see the smallest hint of a frown crossing his face. He gently took it from her and listened to her request, to then speak his mind about it. He could implement the runes she wished to have on it, but would rather do so himself to facilitate the implementation of the lacrima into the leg. All he'd need for it would be the designs of the runes and cravings. However if she were to insist on doing so herself, he made it clear he wouldn't object either, but that it would just make things harder for him. The redhead couldn't contain her smile when the man started exceeding her expectations over and over again. ”That won’t be a problem at all, actually. I just wasn't expecting a rune carver to be one of your talents as well, so I was prepared to do so myself in case you weren't. Most crafters in Oak Town tend to be famous for their work merely because they focused on one single form of crafting, and rune crafting mostly isn't part of that due to the complexity with the magical veins in the lacrima. One'd need to be a mage to feel and redirect these veins in order to complete the pattern, whereas the crafters I used to know here were all without natural magical abilities. So by all means, if you can take this task off my hands then gladly. I'll write down the needed runes later on.” she said, taking the lacrima back and putting it in her pocket dimension for the time being. Rather safe than sorry; she'd spent way too much time looking for it to lose it by accident, or worse, on purpose. Although she wouldn't quite mind doing it all over, that being said, only if Kessicia was with her through it all again. But that might just be for entirely different reasons then getting that lacrima.

    With the lacrima and the fine details dealt with, the trickier part was bound to happen. Caimileir seemed relieved that Pandora suggested for him to have a look at her leg before he had to, and frankly, somewhere she understood why it'd be a rather awkward situation for him to ask if he was indeed the self-righteous man he claimed himself to be. But it wasn't something that Pandora was bothered with to propose, unlike many a lady would; she knew where to draw a line, especially with a certain type of social circles, but otherwise she didn't quite give a damn about such things. And in certain situations that proved to be her charm. She'd rather be one of the boys than a lady of social standing, and luckily for her she had the liberty of choosing her path. Just like the pat on his chest had been more something she’d done as a force of habit rather than a flirting move, but it had happened before she'd noticed. Well, it had happened either way, and it wasn't like she was gonna apologize or get flustered over it whatsoever, despite her wondering why she had unconsciously acted like that. She didn't get much time to ponder over it as he gestured her to sit, and Pandora was quick to do so as she sat down on the tabouret, putting her cane against the table. Out of Caimileir’s way, but still close enough for her to grab if she were to need it.

    The cyan-haired man's hands were careful as they unwrapped the bandage keeping her leg protected from possible dirt and whatnot. When the wound was completely visible, he seemed to stare at it for a moment, assessing the severeness of it; she was keeping a close eye on the man's reactions, but they betrayed nothing. Only his eyes seemed to show determination. Focus. It was fascinating. So much even that she hadn't even heard his first apology towards his forwardness. And with it his hands and fingers moved on; over the sensitive scar tissue, that made the red-haired woman stifle a pained groan behind sealed lips. He kept working it, murmuring to himself, yet it hadn’t escaped Pandora's ears, who in turn replied more to herself than to his statement. ”If only you knew…” Her eyes had strayed away from the craftsman as soon as the first pain had shot through the stump that was her left leg, not wanting to show a weak expression to the man. She bit through the pain, blinking away the tears that wanted to escape her eyes, and nearly sighed in relief when his hands moved away from the damaged skin, now severely throbbing. When he tried to move her leg out she initially resisted, but quickly let it move along the way his hands guided, knowing his intentions were exploratory in nature. Or hoped so, at least. After all, she barely knew the man for 15 minutes. Caimileir started prodding her skin diligently, pinpointing the muscles, nerves and anything he needed to find, all whilst sitting between her legs. Now the pain had subsided Pandora’s glance traced its way back to the man, being granted the view of him kneeled between her legs as his hands explored her thigh and were gradually creeping up. It'd be quite the dubious thing to explain if someone were to suddenly walk in on them now. She couldn't help but chuckle softly at the thought. Said chuckle was quickly muffled as his hands suddenly cupped something else, drawing a blush unto the woman's face as her eyes grew a little wider in surprise. It looked like Cetus too had come to the realisation that he had been cupping her butt and let go, quickly moving back and a little more away from her. He apologized and explained why, but Pandora was already busily waving the apology aside. ”It's fine, I understand that it's necessary in order to be thorough, you just startled me for a bit that's all.” she replied quickly, trying to get the blush to disappear. When Caimileir mentioned the process being painful, and that the nerves he'd be connecting to artificial ones wouldn't be a fun experience, Pandora snickered. ”Getting them severed when I lost my leg and having to burn them shut with a white-hot metal blade wasn't particularly fun either, so I think I'll manage.” she noted dryly, taking a new bandage from her bag and starting to wrap her leg back up.

    In the meantime the cyan-haired man had gotten up and brushed the dust off his pants again, suggesting they'd better head towards the museums now before too many people started crowding the building, noting that if too many people saw them there and they'd had to break in, people would definitely point them out. She rose an eyebrow at the explanation, still busy wrapping up her leg. He did have a point, but wasn't Caimileir a self-proclaimed goody-two-shoes? Then how would he know how other people would or possibly could react if he'd claimed never having done any of the like? Or was he just that imaginative? Well, not that it truly mattered. He was quick to turn around and was already halfway through the door when Pandora tried to call out to him to wait a little longer, gone by the time she could open her mouth. A smirk crossed her lips as she shook her head softly, having caught a glimpse of the peculiar bulge around his waist when he turned away. This man had definitely done his best keeping a straight face, which was commendable in the woman's eyes, but in the end the body never lied. She finished wrapping up her leg and grabbed her cane, thanking the shop owner for his help when passing him by and exited the shop, after which she wobbled down the street in an attempt to catch up to him. Once she'd finally caught up to him again she casually hinted. ”Thanks for waiting up, it's not like I'm slowed down by something like, I don't know, a missing leg.” she gave him a side much-saying glance and started adjusting to his pace, hoping he'd at least slow down a bit. A little voice in the back of her head tried to make her realise how Caimileir was finding his way so quickly through Oak Town despite having mentioned he didn't know his way around the place earlier. Curious. But it remained just that; a little voice she didn't give much attention to. She didn't need to at this point. After a while of walking she realised she'd forgotten about something crucial to the development of their future plans. ”But this Mr. Shark, was it? How will I know it's him when the time comes around to act?” The red-haired woman asked curiously, rather asking the question now then when it was too late. She awaited a reply, and not too long after they would reach the first museum near the center of Oak Town, where both came to a halt to take a better look at its front layout. Quite a few people were already making their way up the stairs towards the entrance.

    “Also…” Pandora said innocently, watching the museum's entrance for a moment. They were just standing there, in front of the museum as people passed them by. To others they might've looked like a couple contemplating whether to go inside or not. She stood to his left, shifting her weight to lean unto the cane some more and lunged, teasingly slapping her hand unto his left buttcheek. “Payback for earlier,” she paused shortly to give him a teasing wink. “Seemed only fair to return the favor.” Not giving the man much time to think it through, she started moving up the stairs, only looking over her shoulder halfway through. ”Are you coming or not, hot shot?”



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    Re: For a Song

    Post by Cetus on 13th March 2019, 7:58 pm

    Cetus let only a small smile touch his lips at Pandora gratefully handing off the rune carving to him. His work gave him quite a lot of free time. While he did train heavily with a variety of weapons as well as hand to hand combat techniques, he still had plenty of free time. His lack of emotions hadn't lent to the social activities of his family. Instead, the assassin had taken up various crafting skills. Nothing too big, like a vehicle though he did eventually want to make it there. Instead most of his time was spent on things he could easily do without having to move. Handy skills as it were. This leg would be the biggest undertaking of his life. It didn't fill him with excitement like he hoped but that didn't stop him. This was a challenge that Cetus wanted to undertake. This leg could launch his cover story into a spotlight where he needed it to be.

    The assassin was in a bit of a rush getting out of the store. He only slowed when he realized he was blowing his cover. Trying to recover some of his uncertainty, Cetus slowed down. His gaze began double checking signs. His feet started dragging more and more until he was at a stop. That was when Pandora caught up with him. Her scathing remark stirred embers of shame. His inexperience with cripples had led him to be overly rude. "My apologies, Pandora. When I get an idea in my head, I grab hold fast. I hadn't considered it might be rather difficult for you to catch up with me." The assassin gestured around them. There was an expression of exasperation on his face. "I was moving so fast, I managed to get myself lost as well. Perhaps you should take the lead from here, my dear." He bowed to her, trying to be the image of a perfect gentleman. Cetus knew he could also play this off as attraction. Walking behind someone always gave opportunity to look at their rear. Cetus didn't understand the attraction to that particular body part. Well any body part really. He did hope his emotions would eventually enlighten him to the mystery.

    Pandora's question struck Cetus. He'd entirely forgotten about that. A stupid mistake. A costly one too that could easily lead to disaster. "A fair question, Pandora. Uh... perhaps a code phrase would do? A little one-two sentencing. That way he can recognize you as well." Cetus tapped his chin. What could he use for this code? "He will say 'By the autumn moonlight, beauty beyond compare is revealed.' To which you will reply 'But the beauty beneath values more than the surface revelation.' That should suffice. Not something you easily let slip out or pair together easily." Cetus winked cheerfully at her. Perhaps the flirt was the best way to go with Caimileir. Deam had always told him 'you catch more flies with honey than vinegar'.

    The museum was quite magnificent. Cetus took time to make it look as if he was admiring the outside. In truth, he was looking for quick exits and structural weaknesses. When Pandora's palm hit his butt, the assassin reacted without thinking. One hand wrapped around her wrist. The other was grasping a hidden dagger. It took less than a second to realize there was no threat. His fingers swiftly released Pandora's wrist as she winked at him. Her teasing statement was rather confusing. Was she interesting in him? Or was this something people normally did? The assassin decided to play it off coolly. "I'm coming." He hurried up the stairs. As he passed the woman, Cetus slipped his arm around her waist. "But be careful the beasts you poke, darling. You never know when one of them might bite back." The assassin placed a quick kiss on her cheek before continuing into the museum. Deam had always told Cetus to play things off like that. The demon's insistence on training made a little more sense now. It had actually come in handy.

    Cetus checked the maps of the museum inside. The recent ruin acquisitions were on a prominent position on the second floor. Eyeing the stairs and the lack of easy upward transportation, the assassin turned back toward Pandora. "Well, Pandora, it appears like what we're looking for is on the second floor." The assassin let a devilish grin cross his face. "You know what that means." The woman was in his arms before she could protest. Her cane dug painfully into his chest. Not that it bothered him. Pain was a normal part of his existence. Best eh could do was acknowledge it and move on. Cetus carried Pandora up the stairs. He was careful with her, taking every precaution he could. At the top of the stairs, the assassin set her back down again. "Thank you for the pleasure" He said softly giving her a wink.

    Cetus didn't cast a backward glance as he headed toward their target. There were several books among the collection. Some were nothing more than journals or storybooks. Not what Cetus wanted. He quickly moved on to the next few. Those were a bit more promising. The words were taken in carefully by the assassin. Butterfly in the sky, I can fly twice as high. Just take a look, its in a book, its Reading Rainbow.[i] So the first song read. Cetus wrinkled his nose. What kind of wording was that? More so it seemed rather excessive for a spell to make yourself fly. The second one was just as strange. [i]Yo, Danny Phantom, he was just fourteen when his parents built a strange machine. It was designed to view a world unseen, he's gonna catch em all cause he's Danny Phantom![i] It continued but Cetus pulled away from that one as well. It was aimed to fighting ghosts and had a tendency to injure the caster's body from the description. The final songbook read [i]The time has come, to awaken him. I call upon the ancient lords of the underworld to bring forth this beast and Awaken! A demon summoning song then. Not what Cetus was looking for whatsoever.

    The assassin sighed looking around for Pandora. This museum was a bust. They'd best move on to the second one. The song spells here hadn't filled him with much hope for what they would find. Would there be more of the same? Had this entire search really been in vain? Cetus hoped not. Even if it was a bust for magic, he had at least met someone interesting. Not only that but someone willing to give a brand new invention a shot. That at least might be worth something. He'd only see in time.

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