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    Field Trip with the Popo

    Cillian duCrosse
    Cillian duCrosse

    Player 
    Lineage : Reaper's Touch
    Position : None
    Posts : 112
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 22,812

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Necrothurgy
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 20th April 2019, 12:41 am

    Job Details:
    Job Name: Outbreak (Infection Series 1 of 5)
    Job Requirements: 2 C-rank or one B-rank minimum, 8,000 words
    Job Location: Ancient Ruins
    Job Description: A strange door was found in the ancient ruins last week, upon its open all contact was lost with the excavation crew. At first, it was thought to just be a issue with the communication lacrima, after a extra twenty-four hours of silence the foreman of the crew grew worried and sent a security team. They reached the main camp and then came under attack by the excavation crew… then silence again. The remaining workers decided to seal the ruins and call for Rune Knight intervention. A Rune Knight Assault team arrived, using weapons and gear that made it clear they were aware of what they were dealing with, and entered the ruins. They never returned, so now the remaining survivors have called upon the guilds for help.


    You arrive three day later to find nobody waiting for you, just blood and destruction but as far as you can tell no one has left the ruins area. Many discarded weapons are found on the ground and there are signs of a fight. But there are no bodies, with the amount of blood on the ground and walls when there should be quite a few. Whats going on? Enter the Ruins and find out what's going on.
    Enemies:
    Weak:
    Infected person x4: They seem to have lost all sense of themselves and just wander about until a food source makes itself known… and their food source is you. They will try to bite you and swing at you, with each attack dealing B-rank damage. Thankfully they are quite slow and not hard to avoid. For some reason, they seem to be rotting as if they were dead. each person takes 2 B rank hits to take down.
    Normal:
    Infected Dog x2: These Dogs are scary fast, hard to hit, and they will try to kill you. They deal B-rank damage and will try and pin you to the ground. Try not to let them get too close. If you fail to kill the dogs in three post they will howl and another 2 will come running. Each Dog can take 1 B-rank of damage but they are hard to hit.
    Strong:
    Hunter: Huge scaled creatures - you're not even sure what they are honestly. They have scales that reduce damage by half and long sharp claws that deal A-rank damage. They are incredibly fast and clearly very smart, smart enough to ambush you. Note: This enemy will run from you and get an ally if it fails to kill you in three post rotations. If it escapes, it will return in one post rotation with two buddies for a total of three hunters. Each hunter can take 5 B ranks of damage
    Boss:
    Tyrant: Only one exists but running into it will ruin your day. This thing stands over ten feet tall and its very steps crack the ground. On its right arm are four three-foot long claws capable of cutting stone and steel. It can run over sixty mile per hour so running is not really option; and if it charges, you only have a brief time to get out of the way. The Tyrant can take 10! B-rank hits before falling to its knees you then have to deal another 10! B ranks to it heart to kill it. it will stand back up after one post rotation causing is base HP to reset but not its heart HP.
    Reward:
    30,000 jewel
    Job grants B-rank EXP and access to the second job in the Panic! “Infection Series 2 of 5.”

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    THEME SONG
     
    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.


    Cillian slapped the paper down on the counter, causing the lady sitting at the desk behind it to jump a little and glance up at him. He looked back down at her with his best, award winning smile. “Hi there! Uh…” The man tried momentarily to locate her name anywhere via a badge on her chest or an ID tag or anything. He pushed a placard on the counter an inch or so with the tip of his finger until it was facing him so he could read it. “Valorie!” The excitement was back on his face as though he’d never paused in the first place.

    The Rune Knight appeared a bit perplexed but managed to keep a mostly cool expression as she attempted to process the rather odd man before her. He was quite tall, standing easily over six feet. His hair was short but in need of a trim, and silver in color. Nearly everything else about him was crimson, including his eyes. He sported a matching set of pants and a trench coat that were both deep red in color. The coat tails were long enough to reach almost to the ground and was secured around his hips with a belt. There was no shirt beneath the coat, leaving almost his entire front torso exposed. Though his frame was rather lean and wiry, there was no mistake that he was quite fit and musculature. A large scar ran down one of his cheeks and the length of his neck where it disappeared onto his shoulder beneath the coat.

    “What can I do for you?” the woman asked him politely, smiling back.

    “Listen, Val. I was hoping you could give me a hand. I found this job posting and I’m interested in taking it, but the instructions don’t tell me where to go. All it says is to meet here at the Rune Knight headquarters for additional info. So I made the trek up here to Era. Who do I gotta talk to to get in on this job?” Cillian waved the paper at her a bit until she took it from him and read it over.

    Then, she frowned a little. “Sir, are you sure you wish to take on this assignment? Almost nothing is known about what’s going on over there, but whatever it is it’s quite dangerous…”

    He flapped a dismissive hand at her. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be fine, don’t worry, sweetheart. Just tell me where to sign.” Truth be told, Cillian really didn’t have much of a vested interest in the actual job itself, or the missing people. What had caught his attention about this job was the location. Supposedly, it was in some area that was considered an ancient ruins of sorts. Where there were ruins, there were bodies -- potentially even some more fresh ones, if people had been getting killed over there recently. The Necrothurg had been looking to add more toys to his collection, and what better place than a ruin?

    “As you wish,” Valorie told him with a nod. She pulled up a lacrima computer and began to type into it. “I just need some of your information. Name?”

    “Cillian duCrosse.”

    “Thank you, Mr. duCrosse. Do you happen to have an iLac that we can attempt to contact you at during the mission?”

    “Yeah, sure.” He gave the woman his number, which was immediately logged away into the databanks she was storing the information in.

    “What guild are you with?”

    “Oh, uh… I’m actually not with any guilds.”

    She peered at him suspiciously. “You’re a mage though?”

    He smiled again, using the expression as a defense against her scrutinous gaze. “Yes, ma’am. I can summon creatures to assist me in fights and such. I’m just fairly new to the area, haven’t really gotten the chance to explore my options. Bit of a lone wolf in the meantime. I hope that’s not a problem?”

    Valorie shook her head. “No, that should be fine.” She typed a bit more into the screen. “Alright, go ahead and have a seat and someone will be with you shortly. They want a Rune Knight to accompany this mission, due to the number of missing persons. You shouldn’t be waiting longer than a few minutes.”

    Cillian blinked at her in surprise a couple times. “Oh. Yeah I suppose that makes sense, sure.” He made his way over into the waiting area and loitered around, kicking himself a bit. Digging up bodies sure was going to be a lot more difficult with a cop hovering around. This job just got a little more complicated...

     
    I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.


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    Dela
    Dela

    Alt Account- Alignment Shift- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Working Together- Teaming Up!- Halloween Social- Halloween job event participant - Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Conqueror's Courage
    Position : None
    Posts : 121
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 81,949

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    Post by Dela 26th April 2019, 1:58 am

    After a little longer than a few minutes, a blonde young woman in plain clothes appeared out of a side door, looking both sleepy and irritated. Summoned from the comfy depths of her room where she'd been blissfully napping after stuffing herself full of pizza, she was pissed she hadn't even gotten a round of Ultra Bash Sisters in before someone tried to make her work. "Yeah, dangerous mission in the murder ruins. Let's send Dela. That's a great idea. Thanks, Val," grumbled the girl, bright blue eyes shooting an accusatory glare at the receptionist, a look that was largely ignored by the salty, unfeeling witch. Her hair was pulled back into a clean pony, leaving a couple strands loose along with her bangs to frame her girlish face. Instead of her uniform, she had on a black sports bra and some gray overalls which she could only be bothered to attach one strap.

    "Hodgins, where is your uniform?" Valerie asked with no small amount of distaste, but such a tone only rewarded her with a cheeky grin.

    "I've got the boots on," she replied flippantly, words melting into a yawn. "Besides, I'm spec ops. I don't wanna look like a Rune Knight in the murder ruins that seems to hate us," Dela explained as she continued to walk out into the waiting area, heading for the door. It was too much effort to truly sass the woman, but flipping her the bird behind her back just before her hand slid into her back pocket would have to do.

    "Hodgins!" Val growled, and Dela expected to get cussed out and threatened with punishment, but soon she'd find out that wasn't the case. "Take that guy and red with you! He's the one that wants to go, and you have to go with him."

    "Am I supposed to keep him safe?" Dela responded incredulously, pausing her walk to squint at Val, then at the crimson enthusiast waiting for her. Despite herself, a snort gusted from her nose, followed by private chuckling. Really? At what point had she proven herself capable of anything other than finding out dirt and secrets no one wanted anyone to know? Being put somewhere dangerous to make sure a mage with a death wish didn't join the missing and presumed dead wasn't exactly her forte. Was it simply a game to her fellow knights to see how many times she could die on missions? "Oh, Val, you've called the wrong person--"

    "No!" Val slapped a hand down, startling the reluctant magical girl into silence. "I made no mistake. Everyone else is out doing their jobs and being useful, unlike you. So this is your issued mission, and you will do it to the best of your ability or I'm reporting you directly to your general."

    "General Mythal is well aware of my...issues," the girl huffed, unimpressed by the threat. There wasn't much that could be said to motivate her when she wasn't choosing to go of her own free will. The only times she willingly worked was when there was info to gain, especially if that info concerned the secretive subject she was researching on her own. "Do you want my blood on your hands again, Valerie? Do you?"

    "That doesn't work on me anymore, Hodgins," the clerk snipped, narrowing her eyes and inhaling sharply. "GO!"

    "Fiiinnee!" Dela groaned in return. Her shoulders sagged as if they were suddenly too heavy. It wasn't worth the effort to continue the argument. If she was lucky, she'd die early on and wake up in time for dinner. Death was never pleasant, and she really did try to avoid it, but she was also a cynic and a realist so not meeting another untimely and horrific death would certainly be a miracle.

    Turning her clunky standard issue boots with a squeak, Dela clomped against the polished tiles and headed moodily for the door. Just as her hand reached the handle, her sulky face turned to the man in red. "Come on, I guess," urged the lazy Rune Knight, cheeks puffed out shamelessly in defeat. "We have a train to catch. The Ancient Ruins are southeast of here, beyond Mountain Village and basically on the coast of the Graveyard Sea. It won't take long to get there, though I don't know why you would want to go to begin with."


    [WC: 729 || Thread WC: 1524/7000]


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    Cillian duCrosse
    Cillian duCrosse

    Player 
    Lineage : Reaper's Touch
    Position : None
    Posts : 112
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 22,812

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Necrothurgy
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 3rd May 2019, 5:59 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    @Dela
     
    THEME SONG
     
    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.


    It took much longer than Valerie had seemed to imply for his apparent partner to show up. At first Cillian didn’t even take notice of her since the blonde haired woman was dressed like a civilian, but with the secretary’s rather unabashed chastisement of the Knight it was difficult not to understand who the new woman was. He picked up that the girl’s name was Dela thanks to her verbal rant about being sent on a dangerous mission that she clearly didn’t want to be a part of. Dela almost started to walk off before Valerie stopped her long enough to point him out.

    While others may have been offended or put off by being treated like a helpless child in need of being babysat, Cillian only flashed Dela an easy with a slightly sheepish shrug as if to say, Yeah, sorry, I need you to protect me. In fact, he didn’t seem to be bothered by any of the current interaction, even as Dela and Valerie began to basically yell at one another in front of everyone in the lobby. It was like he was totally oblivious to the squabble, or at least didn’t think it was a real argument.

    Ultimately, it would appear that Valerie won. Dela trudged toward the exit like a puppy that didn’t want to leave the dog park, turning to him only briefly to call for him to follow her. “You got it, miss.” His lanky legs followed after her, easily catching up until they were walking side by side. She advised him that the ruins were located past Mountain Village near the sea and that they would have to catch a train to get there.

    As she questioned why he even wanted to go, Cillian slipped his hands comfortably into the pockets of his coat and strode at a casual gate beside her. “A lot of people have gone missing there, including other Rune Knights,” he told her, glancing down at her with an attentive crimson gaze. “Does that not make you want to figure out what’s going on? To find out what happened to your allies and the people under your protection?”

    By his tone, he did not appear to be chastising her. He was genuinely curious as to why she wouldn’t want to go, cause to him it seemed like a juicy story. Plus, wouldn’t she want to save her comrades or get vengeance for their deaths?

    Whatever her answer he wouldn’t really care. The truth was, he was still trying to figure out how he was going to get away with what he actually wanted to do there. Cillian really wasn’t interested in whatever was actually killing people in those ruins, but he was interested in who had been killed. Unfortunately, not a lot of societies viewed his type of magic very favorably. He couldn’t imagine that using necromancy in front of a Knight was going to work out too swell for him, and the last thing that Cillian needed was to be back in another jail cell going bored out of his mind.

    There were a few moments of silence as they descended the plateau in Era on which the Rune Knight headquarters were located, making their way to the train station. Scratching his chin a bit thoughtfully, he looked at her again with a sympathetic expression. “Sorry if this is a bit blunt, but… couldn’t help but notice you aren’t exactly thrilled to be doing this particular mission. I can’t say I blame you. It’s probably not going to be a pretty sight, whatever’s there. Frankly, I would hate to keep a respectable Knight such as yourself from her other duties.”

    “Tell you what: You already informed me where it is. Truth be told, I actually don’t need any protection. I’m used to working alone, anyway. Not a lot of scrapes I can’t pull myself out of. I can just go there myself, figure out what happened, and afterwards we can meet back up somewhere so I can report everything to you in detail. You can go take care of some of the other pressing matters I’m sure you’re probably bogged down with, and just file the report like you were there. You can even take full credit for everything and get that Valorie lady off your back; I’ll be happy with just the jewel payment. What do you think?”

    He gave her his best, most charmingly mischievous smile, which covered up the hope in his soul that she would be tempted enough by the offer to play hookey and get all the credit for the job to actually take his offer.

     
    I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.
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    Dela
    Dela

    Alt Account- Alignment Shift- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Working Together- Teaming Up!- Halloween Social- Halloween job event participant - Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Conqueror's Courage
    Position : None
    Posts : 121
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 81,949

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    Post by Dela 7th May 2019, 12:46 am

    Mmm, he was the chatty type. This was causing her to put forth all kinds of effort, which frankly put her in an even more grumpy mood. Dela wrinkled her nose at his questioning, a frown tugging her lips. "I mean, I kinda wanna know what exactly killed all those people, but not enough to put myself there. If anything I'd rather go with a group and watch from way far away to get my answer," she told him truthfully, perhaps betraying her lack of attachment to her employer. It wasn't like any of the civilians or knights were friends of hers. If anything she was the butt of everyone's jokes, but the cursed magical girl didn't mind. She might be more inclined to poke around if someone she cared about had been a victim, as cold as that sounded. But was it really a shock? Clearly, she wasn't the hero type.

    Dela wasn't super curious about the ruins and the murdery whatever-it-was within, but his smooth talking piqued her interest. Respectable Knight? He'd witnessed just moments ago she was hardly that in any sense of the word. She was used to talking her way into things she wanted by making it sound like a win for the other person. That was her bread and butter when it came to hunting information. If she couldn't talk her way in she'd be deprived of information, and if she couldn't talk her way out she usually ended up dead. Azure hues narrowed slightly, paying him more mind and appraising him a bit more carefully. Even knowing he was manipulating her, the lazy young woman was sorely tempted to take him up on his offer and go laze about somewhere, but he'd been just a smidge too charming for her to turn off her snooping senses now.

    What was somebody like him after in these ruins that he didn't want her around?

    "As much as I'd love to go screw around in an arcade all day or something, I think my boss would find out. He's pretty sneaky...and stupid scary. I'm sure the receptionist has already reported my behavior to him, so if I wanna keep a roof over my head, I should probably at least accompany a civilian to some cursed ruins," huffed the blonde, trudging booted feet heavily up the cobbled streets between buildings. As usual, the way to the station was crowded with people rushing through shops capitalizing on the arrival of newcomers. This had been a nightmare when she had to wear her uniform. Countless people rushed up to Rune Knights to make complaints or to kiss up, but now that she was in spec ops, she could go out in plain clothes. It made things sooo much easier.

    Now that she was done being mad about going out and found something in it for her, the Rune Knight became much more pleasant. In a way. "But don't get the wrong idea, I probably won't be much help to you, and I definitely can't protect you from whatever killed all those people. I do need your name though, so I can put it in my report...and potentially on your tomb stone." Whether she was joking or not was up to this red leather man. It was about as clear as mud, though she did mirror his mischievous grin back at him. "Mine's Dela, by the way. If I die...well, don't worry about it. It doesn't matter," the girl chirped just before she got to the ticket booth. Pulling out her Rune Knights ID card, she and her passenger would be admitted to the train heading south for free. You know. Official business and all.


    [WC: 615 || Group WC: 2913/7000]


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    Field Trip with the Popo 60731_s
    Cillian duCrosse
    Cillian duCrosse

    Player 
    Lineage : Reaper's Touch
    Position : None
    Posts : 112
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 22,812

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Necrothurgy
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 7th June 2019, 6:00 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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      3485/7000 TOTAL
     
    @Dela
     
    THEME SONG
     
    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.


    “That’s fair,” he conceded honestly when she told him that whatever what killing things in the ruins would be more interesting for her to witness from outside the thing’s reaches. “And probably smarter than what everyone else has tried so far. No offense to your dead comrades.” Obviously this woman was a Rune Knight more for the pay and keeping up a decent livelihood rather than actually wanting to be some kind of protector of the people. Cillian could respect that, actually. Hero types were so predictable in the most boring way possible, most of the time.

    She peered at him a little when he made his offer and he put on his most innocent expression, but alas it wasn’t enough to fool her. She smoothly lamented that as much as she would rather go do something more relaxing, she would get in trouble with her boss if she let him run off to such a dangerous place by himself. Apparently, her boss was a bit of a hardass. Or at the very least intimidating. He shrugged apologetically. “Well, can’t say I didn’t try to do you a solid, I suppose. I definitely know how awful overbearing bosses can be at times.”

    He passed the comment off easily like he wasn’t at all upset with her sticking around, but in his head he was kicking himself. Shouldn’t have turned on the charm that much, Cillian thought. Now he was going to have to be extra mindful of his actions and words. He wouldn’t get too much time to chastise himself, however, as she suddenly became a bit more social. His crimson eyes observed her carefully as she explained that she likely wouldn’t be too much help for him, or even really protect him at all. She even went so far as to say that if she winds up dying he shouldn’t concern himself with her fate.

    Cillian couldn’t help the slight smirk that tugged on his lips as he looked down at her with a knowing expression. Was she trying to manipulate him back? Oh, this just turned into a fun outing indeed. He’d always been under the impression that the Rune Knights were a pack of stiff lipped goodie two shoes, and perhaps the vast majority of them were but clearly this woman was something different entirely. “Oh, I’m sure a smart cookie such as yourself will do just fine. It’s the intelligent ones that survive all the horror lacrima films, after all -- not the dumb ones like me that go sticking their noses in the wrong hidey holes.”

    He followed Dela silently as she flashed her badge and got free access to the train. Talk about first class treatment! Once they were on board and heading to their seats he finally answered her question. “Cillian, by the way. And if I do die, I promise I won’t hold it against you. Just promise me one thing? Don’t tell anyone what actually happened. Knowing me, I’ll probably go off in some embarrassing fashion. Just make something up that doesn’t make me sound like a complete loser.” He gave her a cheeky grin and sat in the seat across from her, his lanky body slouched in the seat and turned to the side so his long legs wouldn’t bang against hers in the tight space.

     
    I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.


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    Dela
    Dela

    Alt Account- Alignment Shift- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Working Together- Teaming Up!- Halloween Social- Halloween job event participant - Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Conqueror's Courage
    Position : None
    Posts : 121
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 81,949

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    Post by Dela 12th June 2019, 3:45 am

    Once they were seated, Dela produced a small notebook and jotted down his name as well as some other scrawling she didn't feel obligated to share. It was unclear whether this small book was for Rune Knight business or her own personal use, but perhaps it didn't matter. Either way, she liked recording things she wanted to remember, and the name Cillian seemed like information she should keep for future reference. Even if it proved fruitless, it was better to be safe than sorry. The homegrown sleuth and self-proclaimed information broker had a sixth sense about these things, and if her gut said to write it down, she did.

    The comment about how he was likely to die brought a small, knowing smile to her lips. Yes, dying in some embarrassing way was indeed salt in the wound. She would know. She'd met plenty of ridiculous ends that had even her laughing when she came back around. "I'll do my best to fluff the details so it sounds like you went out like a true man among men. You have my word," Dela replied, but not without a little bit of snark. Her bright blue eyes glanced at his slightly awkward folding in his seat. "However, do your best not to die. I'm pretty sure that'll be a mark on my record, considering my purpose here," continued the blonde, though it was still unclear if she was being genuine or if she was simply sassing him.

    After an uneventful train ride, the unlikely but more-alike-than-they-realized pair arrived at the last top nearest the ruins. At first step from the car, crisp sea air blasted them in the face. It wasn't a particularly beautiful day. The clouds overhead seemed grumpy and gray, making the Graveyard Sea seem even more depressing than usual. Maybe it was blowing in a storm. Considering that they had to either take a cart ride or walk the rest of the way, Dela seriously hoped whatever the weather had in store for them would hold off until they were done or dead. Nothing expended more effort than traveling in the rain, let alone investigating a murderous mystery in a dank old cave while it stormed and made everything slick and squishy. Nah, she wasn't having it. Her eyes narrowed threateningly at the sky, as if she could hold any threat against it with her magical girl curse. "Mm...I think we'll take a cart," she muttered, heading off the platform to where some horse and buggies were waiting. After making a deal with one, they were off on an old path winding into the mucky wilderness, in for a bumpy and annoyingly long ride.

    After a couple hours at least, the cart came to a stop and the man in the driver's seat shifted to peer through the window and motion them out. Dela reluctantly stepped back into the tumultuous breeze, stepping around to confront the man. Did her eyes deceive her, or were the ruins not in sight? "It doesn't look like we've arrived..." she noted, though the dread in her stomach only twisted more in knowing. The locals had heard of the carnage. They weren't risking getting too close. They were still gonna have to hike the rest of the way. "This is the end of the line for me, ma'am. I gots a wife and kids," the taxi man answered in vivd trepidation, his eyes darting all over the place as if some ghoul would appear any moment and snatch his limbs and then his soul. She sighed heavily and waved him off in understanding, though her shoulders sagged in the ever increasing amount of bother and energy this job was requiring.

    "Well, Cillian, it looks like we gotta hoof it the rest of the way. It should be just over that hill, nestled in the valley," she informed her suspicious charge, her laziness bringing on a wave of tiredness just thinking about it. At least her brain was somewhat invested, which served as she only reason she wasn't crawling back into the cart to nap as this transporter took her back to the train. As much as she still wanted to take Mr. Redcoat up on his previous offer, her curiosity was just a smidge more powerful than her urge to do absolutely nothing. "I hope you're prepared for whatever we're about to get into. The locals won't get within a thousand meters of this place after whatever happened to everyone."


    [WC: 747 || Group WC: 4232/7000]


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    Field Trip with the Popo 60731_s
    Cillian duCrosse
    Cillian duCrosse

    Player 
    Lineage : Reaper's Touch
    Position : None
    Posts : 112
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 22,812

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Necrothurgy
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 25th June 2019, 8:34 am

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

      3310/3500 WORDS
      5379/7000 TOTAL
     
    @Dela
     
    THEME SONG
     
    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.


    He took note of her little journal, which she started writing in after he gave her his name. Cillian didn’t attempt to hide his curiosity toward the object, but he managed to at least resist the urge to try and peer over the top of it. Self control wasn’t really in strong suit, so it was a pretty big deal for him to exhibit that much discipline. Not that she’d know that, of course. Besides, he was ultimately more interested in the small smile he received regarding his death wish. It was the first such expression she’d had since they met, and since Cillian was as much of a people pleaser as he was a people teaser he was quite happy with himself to make this sullen and sardonic woman crack even a small expression of mirth.

    She promised to weave a great tale of his heroics should he die, and the tall man grinned at her. “Thanks, you’re the best.” Of course, Dela did express her desire for him not to die on this little quest of theirs, if only because she didn’t want the negative marks to her reputation at work. The look he gave her was clearly that of a man trying to size up whether or not she was fucking with him, but either way his gay attitude remained in tact. “I’ll do my best to survive. You have my word,” Cillian told her, mimicking her own words of promise. Survival was pretty easy for him. He’d been doing it for almost four hundred years, now, despite his best efforts.

    The two of them didn’t really say much more through the rest of the train ride. Cillian liked to talk, but he didn’t have to and was more than comfortable with the silence. He watched lazily out the windows, or flipped through pamphlets. After a while, he pulled out his iLac and used it to keep himself entertained, as evidenced by the occasional giggle from whatever he was reading. By the time they arrived at their stop, they still had a ways to go and the weather was looking a bit bleak. Cillian stretched his limbs high up over his head as they got off, grateful to not be cramped up anymore.

    Dela suggested a cart and was able to find a willing driver, but the man would only take them so far. The ruins were not a place he was willing to get close to, his devotion to his family and his life more important to him than helping a rune knight on her mission. Cillian couldn’t really blame the guy. For a moment Dela looked like she might press the issue, but ultimately she shook her head and let the man go, leaving the two of them alone to finish the rest of the trek on foot. He wasn’t as exhausted by the idea as his companion seemed to be, remaining ever upbeat. “Eh, a walk will do me some good anyway. My legs have been cramped up the last couple hours, and I could stand to lose a little weight.”

    It was difficult to determine if he was joking or not about that last part. He said it with such evenness that one might think he truly believed he needed to shave off a few pounds, despite the fact that he had impressively defined muscles peeking through the V gap of his coat. He even rubbed his stomach a bit absentmindedly, like he was concerned about a beer gut that he clearly didn’t have.

    They started walking. “I’m probably not prepared, no, but I’m not too worried. Besides, I like a good mystery. And these people have families that deserve to know what happened to them.” The last statement was added on almost as an afterthought, with just the barest of pauses before it to hint that it possibly wasn’t his main concern with the mission. He didn’t make any kind of suspicious glance or move his body in any awkward way to confirm this, but given that Dela was already keeping an eye on him it was probably something she’d pick up on.

    The remainder of their journey would take an hour or so by foot, but there was still plenty of daylight left by the time they were close. Cillian knew they were getting in range when he started sensing the spirits of the deceased in the area. He wasn’t seeing any ghosts yet, but he could hear the faint whisperings of them ahead. Give the strength of what he was sensing, there had definitely been a massacre. Only a heavy population of spirits could make his skin prickle this much. For a moment, he considered warning Dela. Most people had a hard time dealing with corpses, especially if the corpses were people they knew in life. Ultimately, he decided not to. As a rune knight, she’d probably already seen plenty of dead bodies and blood, and Cillian really didn’t want to take the time to explain his magic to her if he didn’t have to.

    It wasn’t much longer before they turned a corner and were met with a gruesome sight, though arguably not as gruesome as he’d been expecting. There was blood everywhere. A number of fights had taken place here. Weapons and tools covered in days old gore were strewn about the area in front of the mine entrance, and there was evidence of magic use in the form of scorched spots on the ground. What was weird was that there were no bodies at all.

    Cillian frowned and looked around, scratching his head through his silver hair. Well, this was disappointing, he thought to himself. How was he supposed to get more zombies if there weren’t any corpses? He could still hear the spirits, but couldn’t see any of them yet, either. Not being much of a sleuth, there was little he could learn by examining the field too in depth. However, one thing did catch his eye.

    “Hey, Dela.” He nodded toward the mine entrance. It had been forcibly shut recently, a cave in blocking the entrance into the underground shafts. Whatever had happened here, it clearly had something to do with the mines itself and someone had tried to trap the problem inside. “What do you want to do?” Cillian asked, deferring to her authority on this mission. “I can get us inside pretty easily, but there’s no telling what we’ll run into in there.” He didn’t sound nervous about that, so much as like he was just stating facts. They came for answers, or at least she had, and at this point the only place that was going to have them was beyond the cave in...

     
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    Post by Dela 28th June 2019, 2:10 am

    Of course, the pause didn't go unnoticed. Dela was pretty perceptive for her generally self-serving lazy nature. He wasn't here out of good will any more than she was. The reluctant magical girl wasn't sure what game was being played, but she was engrossed enough in it to see it through.

    Speaking of engrossed, ew, gross. Ugh, the blood! The hike it took to finally reach this accursed place had her breathing heavily from way too much effort, meaning she was sucking in copious amounts of the scent of old blood and death. It immediately took her back to her days in the now-defunct dark guild Nightmare, spilling blood for the blood god and bringing skulls for the skull throne. Meeting her end in Nightmare had her not going to the Purgatory Forest of Cursed Girls and simply clawed her way out of a pool of thick blood beneath the castle instead. It was the reason she joined in the first place, but yuuuucko, that was some nasty business. Getting it out of her fair hair was truly the namesake of the guild, but she'd smelled like iron for at least a day afterward. Smelling herself and thinking about it had made her gag the whole time. Repeatedly dying, coming back through her cursed crystal, and receiving more ominous tattoos of black was more appealing than reviving covered in who-knows-who's drained life liquid laying stagnate in the catacombs.

    Contrary to what Cillian assumed, the girl at his side was decidedly not used to the smell and sight of so much carnage. Though she was a Rune Knight, she was not much of a fighter. She wasn't much of a hero, either. Dela was a coward at heart, so it was no surprise to herself when she felt her head go light and her stomach do a flip. It was one thing to be covered in her own blood as she died, but quite another to see so much from an unknown amount of others. It took her back to her very few Nightmare days more vividly. Passing out on her very first job had gotten her killed by one of her own guildmates. In the end, the blonde never got used to all the blood and violence. She wasn't the most upstanding citizen, but her heart was not dark enough to kill alongside those psychos. Dela had stuck out like rainbow splattered, glittery unicorn of peace and love and was incapable of watching others bleed so much. Even her knight training couldn't work it out of her. As she lingered shakily at his side in the purest facade of bravado, the sweat on her now ashen face was probably all he needed to see to tell him what a colossally horrible idea this was. No worse person could have been chosen for this job. For a few long moments, she stood breathing through her mouth, internally chanting don't throw up on repeat until she'd talked her body into calming down.

    Cillian speaking her name brought her attention more to the present, directing her eyes to the collapsed mine entrance. This kept getting better. He was actually treating her like she had authority. Color her surprised. Judgemental as it was, by his choice of dress and attitude and general subtle shadiness, she hadn't considered that she'd be doing anything but following along behind and observing whatever he had hidden up his red-leathery sleeves. Having authority was a pain. Her lips pulled a frown. "We'll run into some sort of body snatching Cthulu or something. I've heard that there's a creature out here that the Magic Council doesn't want us to know about, probably because it's from space and they can't figure out how to contain it..." Oh, there it was. Her conspiracy theorist tendencies were in full bloom, balls out for all to see. With a heavy sigh, she choked down her instinct to run away. "I guess we don't have any other choice but to go down there. We've come too far not to find out what happened," Dela continued with no small portion of resignation, clearly trying to psyche herself up. It was sorta working. "I would like to know what happened to the bodies. Hopefully, they aren't strung up in some sort of macabre flesh curtains inside..."


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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 13th August 2019, 5:26 pm

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    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    Oh.

    Cillian hadn’t really been looking at Dela. He’d been too preoccupied with the lack of bodies to really pay her too much mind, assuming that as a knight she would be in her element here. But once he’d called her attention and actually turned to see her, he took notice of just how pale she was. There was a light film of sweat on her face and she looked like she was trying to convince herself not to be sick. To his credit, he didn’t really make any kind of facial reaction. There was no surprise in his expression as he observed her, his features remaining blank despite the fact that he was actually now scrutinizing her quite closely.

    Of course, when she spoke up about some bizarre Cthulu type monster that was potentially hiding in the ruins his brows raised with interest. “You don’t say?” he asked, instinctively turning to look back at the blocked entrance with an inquisitive grin. Clearly, he was a lot more excited about that prospect than she was, and hadn’t really picked up that it was just an outrageous theory of hers. Cillian was just toying in his head with the idea of being able to have an alien zombie as one of his summons.

    Dela pulled him from his imagination by stating that they didn’t really have much of a choice. They needed to know what had happened to the bodies, and whether or not she wanted to do so it seemed she would force herself to see this job through. He nodded his understanding and pulled a golden key from one of his pockets.

    Before he could do anything with it, however, he shot Dela a genuine look of concern. “Hey seriously though… are you okay? Do you need a minute? Not that I imagine you’ll agree to it, but if you don’t want to go down there you can hang out here. I promise I’ll be fine.” Unlike his earlier attempt to dissuade her from joining him, Cillian actually seemed pretty sincere. Not that he hadn’t been sincere about the first time, but this time the offer was definitely coming from a place of consideration more so than self interest.

    Presumably her answer would be to keep going rather, but either way he’d respond with, “Alrighty.” Raising the gold key out before him, he beckoned to the spirit that was bound to it. “Open, gate of the Zodiac: Virgo!” He didn’t speak the incantation with much flair or pomp, but it worked all the same. There was a slight shift in the air and a young maiden appeared before their eyes. She had shoulder length pink hair and bright blue eyes. The clothing that adorned her was the black and white outfit of a typical maid, but there were broken shackles around her wrists. These didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, she looked quite pleased to have been summoned.

    “What can I do for you, master?” she asked in a bright voice, giving him a slight bow of respect.

    “Hey, could you get us past this cave in?”

    Virgo turned and looked where he indicated, sizing the blockage up with her eyes. “Absolutely! Please stand back.”

    Cillian did as the celestial asked and made sure there was a bit of distance between himself and Dela, and the entrance. Virgo braced herself and then twisted her body so fast that she was practically spinning in place like a top. Little more than a blur, she dove toward the boulders and shredded through them easily, leaving a hole that was wide enough for two people to walk through -- though Cillian would probably have to duck to fit inside. In the process of doing so, a lot of smaller pebbles and dust had been kicked up.

    As the Necrothurg coughed and waved his hand to clear the debris out of his face, Virgo returned looking as fresh and clean as she had before performing her task. There wasn’t even a single wrinkle on her uniform. “Will that do, master?”

    “That’s perfect, Virgo. Thanks a million!”

    She gave him a hopeful look, clasping her hands in front of her chest. “Does this mean I earned punishment?” Virgo asked, wiggling her butt eagerly back and forth.

    Cillian groaned quietly, dramatically wiping his face with one of his large hands. “For the last time, I’m not going to punish you for helping me when I ask.” This particular celestial was nearly perfect in every single way, but her obsession with being tortured was going to get him in trouble some day. “You really need to stop asking me that in front of company, by the way. You’re going to give me a reputation.”

    Despite the chastisement, he seemed amused. Virgo, on the other hand, looked quite disappointed. She practically deflated in front of them, toeing at a small rock as she pouted. “But I like being punished…”

    “Yeah, that’s what concerns me.” There was a brief pause as she continued to look at him with big doe eyes, her lip quivering in sadness. “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll think of something, just not right now. We have to figure out this mystery first.”

    Well, that was all it took. Virgo lit up like a firework, thanking him profusely and promising that she would come up with a list of sufficient techniques to present him with later. And just like that she was gone, leaving Cillian shaking his head. Once he was able to focus again, he pulled a small but powerful flashlight out of another pocket and crouched into the tunnel that Virgo had made. Since Dela didn’t seem all too thrilled about moving forward, and considering that he was the whole reason she’d even been dragged here in the first place, he figured the least he could do was go in first and take the lead toward the unknown. It was time to get some answers.

    And hopefully for him, some new zombies.  
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    Post by Dela 29th August 2019, 2:07 am

    As he seemed to act concerned about her, she assumed it was more acting, but either way, she just waved him off. Trust didn't come easy to this girl, if at all. It was always assumed that no situation was what it seemed, and no one was on the level unless there was indisputable proof, which was all but impossible. There was a reason someone aloof like this guy wanted in this sealed up mine. Even though no part of her wanted to be around his gore or shake the beehive to see what came out, her curiosity about what he was up to would allow her to power through. How would they get through all that rock, though? Did Cillain had some sort of drill magic? Maybe he was a demolitions expert?

    He pulled out a small, golden key.

    What?

    Dela stood there, deadpan as can be when he used the key to summon...a maid? Of course, it was a french maid. Makes perfect sense? Aquamarine hues simply watched, expression ever so blank and unchanging. Really? This guy was a summoner? She had not seen that coming. With all the red leather and that interesting scar and that devilish grin and those eyes, she'd expected something so much more...edgy? Blood magic, curses, sprouting swords from every pore, dripping in tryhard flames, something flashy enough to make him so sure of himself but angsty enough to give off that broken boy vibe. But no, a cute golden key and a maid that called him 'master'. The blonde wanted to sneer. Her snarkiness bubbled under the surface, fueled by her surprise and amusement. Dela, hold strong, girl.

    Her earlier assumption about drill magic hadn't been too far off. As Cillian herded her back and inexplicably the slight maid with the pink hair spun and cleared the rock better than any construction vehicle she'd ever seen. As the dust and dirt cleared, Virgo was back in front of her master, excitedly asking for punishment that the red-leather man rejected. His refusal was exasperated, but not nearly as firm of a denial as a normal person would have given. It was more of a 'not right now, and certainly not in front of God and everybody!' than an 'I would never, you freak!' Interesting. She'd frolicked off to examine a mass murder with a pervert.

    Again her thoughts were apparently confirmed when he gave in to the masochistic maid with a promise of delayed torture

    "Wow," Dela spoke flatly, still narrowly maintaining the deadpan expression. Seconds after, it started to crack. "Kinklord..." she coughed under her breath, unable to contain it any longer now that Virgo was gone. A slender brow puckered as judgy eyes gazed upon him, the fingers of one hand raising to feign covering her mouth as if to suppress her snickering sneer. Her amusement was obvious as she followed his ducked figure into the tunnel. Maybe she should have been more wary of him for her own sake, but right now she was too busy giving him a hard time.

    Soon enough her mirth started to subside and she brought out her magical girl scepter to use the crystal as her own personal flashlight. That was almost all it was good for since its power was weak and she could do little to defend herself. She'd said it countless times; she wasn't a fighter. Combat wasn't her thing. Espionage and spying? Absolutely. Dela would try to defend herself in a pinch, but it was hard to be too serious about it when dying meant very little. As long as her body was recovered and taken to safety, she would be fine. Finally, through the rock, she used her round prism to cast rainbow light around. At first, there seemed to be nothing but a normal mine. No skin curtains or bodies strung up like paper fans. No Cthulu...yet. Just musty air that had a hint of something foul that the magical girl didn't question, seeing as how it had been shut up for a while and probably housed something horrible in its bowels. "Well, this is anticlimactic..." she muttered. Was she relieved or disappointed? Dela could hardly guess, but this mission was far from over unless this whole shaft was just this empt--

    "What was that?!" she asked suddenly, her body seizing in place like a deer in headlights. A shuffling. There was the scraping of something heavy against the rocky floor, loose particles scraping out and echoing enough to break the silence. It was eerie. Silence for a second more, then the shuffle again. Dela swallowed hard. Cillian wasn't dragging his feet, and she wasn't moving anymore....so what was making that drop-footed dragging sound?

    Oh, probably just the zombie with the drop foot, shuffling toward them. "Nnnnmmmmmngh!" the Rune Knight screamed through closed lips, regretting ever being born for the one thousandth and forty-sixth time this year.


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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 7th September 2019, 2:51 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    Well, they had their way in. Virgo played her role and was gone, but the celestial maid had put quite the impression on Dela. The Rune Knight was able to keep a straight face for all of about one word before the facade split. With great amusement she labeled him a kinklord. Cillian shook his head in exasperation, but even he was smirking a little, able to see the humor in the moment despite it being at his expense. “Hey, you try dealing with her for any prolonged period of time. We’ll see how you handle it,” he teased back.

    Curiously, the woman withdrew a scepter of sorts that had a crystal tip upon it. The rock emitted a glow enough to see by. It even shone with all the brilliance of a rainbow, the many vibrant hues painting the cavern walls like a school girl’s locker. “Festive,” he commented with a slight grin.

    While she was feeling that the hallways beyond were not quite up to snuff with the horror she’d imagined, Cillian was busy reaching out with his mind to see if he could find any spirits. Their whispering was certainly a lot stronger now that the two of them were inside the tunnels and moving further down. In fact, he actually sensed the zombie before it was coming but he was so busy trying to study it that he sort of forgot to forewarn Dela. Not that he would have anyway, because that would have just opened up a lot of questions.

    A certifiable zombie shuffled into the light, causing Dela to freeze in place and scream through a closed mouth. Cillian, however, didn’t look even remotely bothered by the thing. “Oh hey, look at this guy.” Probably looking like the craziest person in the world to his companion, he walked right up to the thing. It snarled at him like a feral dog, trying to take a swipe at him, but like many zombies it was exceptionally slow. Cillian merely swatted the hand away like a parent smacking a child’s hand as they tried to steal a cookie out of a jar. “Now, now, none of that,” he told it.

    Was there another necromancer around, he wondered? There had to be. Zombies didn’t just occur naturally, but whoever they were they weren’t very good at the craft. This shambling corpse was so weak and deranged he couldn’t even speak with it telepathically. Though it did seem to understand him, as it oddly did not try to claw at him again. “Boy, someone really put you through the ringer, didn’t they buddy?” he asked the zombie while taking stock of the progress of its rotting flesh.

    There were a number of cuts and bruises along the creature’s body, wounds that had been inflicted before death. Not that he was a mortician, but he was fairly certain the numerous lacerations were what had killed the person in the first place. But how long had they been dead for? People hadn’t been reported missing much more than a week ago, and that was not even close to enough time for a body to be showing this much decay. So either this body had been killed long before people started going missing, or the other necromancer’s magic was causing the body to deteriorate quicker than normal. Amateur.

    “Hey, are there more of you guys? Can you take us to the person who did this to you? Or at least to where all the other people who were killed are?” The zombie stood in place for a moment, swaying unsteadily on its feet with a blank expression on its face as it tried desperately to rub two brain cells together. Then, with a guttural moan it turned and started walking back the way it came. Cillian smiled. “Alright! Let’s follow it.”
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    Post by Dela 24th September 2019, 2:32 am

    "Oh hey, look at this guy."

    What in the friggity frack? Wide, slightly bulging blue eyes were the only thing moving on her body. She wasn't even breathing at this point, too scared to move. All she could do was watch the drop-foot zombie, the same one Cillian seemed completely comfortable with and walked right up to and started to father. He was gonna get bitten. He was gonna become a zombie. She'd get to watch, then they'd both gang up on her. Slowly her brows lowered in consternation, shifting her gaze more to him. But, strangely, that didn't happen. Cillian continued to treat it like a toddler spawned from his own loins, and it was concerning.

    "B-BUDDY?!"

    Apparently, his term of endearment for the undead corpse was the straw that broke the magical girl camel's back, breaking her out of her enraptured fear and bringing what breath she had left sputtering out the offending word. After that she inhaled sharply and gasped like a fish out of water until she caught her breath, allowing him to speak to the stuff of nightmares a little more before she continued. "Let's follow it?!" she repeated sharply, her expression fully accusatory and unbelieving. He had the nerve to smile at her like he'd just found something as innocuous as a puppy and wanted them to find the rest of the litter and find them all homes together. "You're nuts. You are nuckin' futs. What even is this? What are you doing? Talking to a zombie? Did little murderous Timmie fall down the well and Zombie-Lassie is gonna take us to him?!" she nearly screeched, wondering if she'd had a stroke on the laborious hike here and this was her brain's final sparks before death.

    After her little freakout, the Rune Knight seemed to take a step back and compose herself. Pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a few deep breaths, she returned to serenity and put her mind over matter. This was her idea to see what he was up to and she'd see it through to the end. If it happened to also accomplish this whole babysitting the crazy zombie-charmer while finding out how everyone was dying here, then fine. It wasn't like she could die. It wasn't like she could become a zombie, however that process worked. "Fine. Let's follow the zombie to more zombies and whatever is making them into zombies. Great idea, necromancer," she spat with indignation, resigning to this whole thing being just as bad as she thought it'd be. It was certainly gonna be a pain.

    As if fueled by her acceptance of her own rotten luck and some misplaced rage at Cillian, she stalked past him with her rainbow gem casting an ironically festive glow in contrast to both her mood and the murky surroundings. Right, let's follow this slow zombie into the belly of the beast. Her anger overrode her fear as even more zombies started popping into view as they moved forward. "Oh, this is great. Look, Cillian, more undead children for you to adopt. What a proud father you must be."


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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 19th October 2019, 3:57 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    As Dela shrieked at him for treating the zombie so casually, Cillian looked up at her with an expression that was very much akin to a child being caught playing with something he wasn’t supposed to. And in a way, that’s basically what had just happened. At the very least it had shocked her out of her paralysis, but she did not seem too fond of his idea to follow it. Dela went on a small tirade that left him utterly speechless, and also highly entertained. It took serious, conscious effort not to bust up laughing at her comparing the zombie to Lassie, and for Dela’s sake he actually did manage to keep himself under control. Clearly, she was not at all comfortable being here and this was not her usual schtick when it came to police work.

    Once her freak out session was done she made an attempt at collecting herself. Cillian waited mostly patiently. The zombie stopped when it realized they weren’t following and looked back at Cillian, who gave it a small shrug as if to say ‘What can you do?’ Together, they gave Dela the time she needed to calm herself. Or at least, get herself to a place where she could function in spite of her rather obvious fear and ire over the situation. He had a slight internal panic attack when she referred to him as a necromancer, but it seemed she was just speaking from bitterness at the situation rather than making an actual accusation. Still, he realized he probably was going to have to explain his behavior a bit, if only to keep his current partner calm and thinking clearly. The last thing he wanted was for this delightful spitfire of a woman to die because of him.

    As they walked, more zombies teetered out to join them. Dela made an offhand remark about him adopting them like children, and he finally let his trademark, goofy grin to spread across his face. “Hey, the undead are people too, you know.” It was a bad joke, and he knew it was a bad joke, but his hope was that it was so blatantly bad that she would laugh at it despite herself.

    “I can communicate with the dead,” he finally told her in an honest tone. It wasn’t the whole truth, of course, but it also wasn’t a deceit. There were a lot of people out there that had similar abilities, even if they weren’t necromancers, so the confession wouldn’t be too far fetched. Or at the very least, he didn’t think that much truth would set off any potential alarms. “Zombies, spirits, skeletons; I can hear their voices.” He tapped his temple to signify that he, of course, heard them telepathically. “Or at least, when they are powerful enough to have voices. These guys can understand me and they sense that I have a connection to them of sorts, but they can’t speak. They won’t hurt you either, though. They have just enough of their humanity left to not be mindless, violent husks.”

    Cillian shoved his hands in his pockets, slouching a bit as he walked due to his height and the slight shortness of the ceiling. “Unfortunately, it also means they can’t tell us what happened out there. In their current state, they probably don’t even remember. Judging by the amount of blood top side, that’s probably a blessing.” The people that were murdered clearly had been killed in horrific ways. Cillian knew that kind of pain all too well, and how memories of such a death could haunt you, though after so many years he’d frankly become pretty numb to it. He’d become numb to death in general for the most part, not often stopping to care about the souls that bodies once belonged to, but occasionally he was reminded when around others such as Dela that weren’t as desensitized to such things as he was.

    Or maybe he just didn’t stop to think about his exposure to such things for fear that lingering on it would drive him mad.  
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    Post by Dela 31st October 2019, 5:33 pm

    "The undead were people..." she muttered her counterpoint to his joke under her breath, wanting to sass a little but not interrupt his explanation as they walked along. Glancing over at him, she hadn't noticed how truly tall he was until she noted him stooping a little, while she could walk fine with ample space over her head. Cillian was just a big, dumb goof that could talk to dead things and despite her terror, she found herself smiling just a little. "So, you're saying these guys are like big, dumb puppies?" the blonde asked with a smirk, growing ever so slightly used to and disarmed by the shuffling buffoons.

    It was good that they couldn't remember, yes. She nodded slowly, sobering in the face of the more somber subject matter. Just like Cillian, though they both were unaware of this, the two of them knew death very well and just how unpleasant it could be. Some especially gruesome ways stuck with a person should they be able to return to the land of the living, and honestly, they weren't memories she'd wish on anyone. They were thoughts that had to be boxed up tightly and hidden deep in the mental warehouse, or else one's psyche might simply snap. The human body wasn't really meant to be immortal in her opinion, but it was flexible enough to usually be able to adapt, for what that was worth. Being able to think back and pick out pleasant deaths among the times she'd died was a testament to her mind's strength, as twisted as it was. But then again, was it her own strength that kept her from descending into madness, or was it the boon of knowing she'd at least see her sister again while in limbo?

    Well, hopefully soon enough it wouldn't matter. She'd break the curse for both of them and not have to deal with it ever again.

    More importantly, she'd learned some things about this mysterious man in red. Despite having a gut feeling he was still being sneaky about something, he seemed sincere in his empathy for the dead in this place. That had been about as unexpected as him being able to communicate with them. There was a soft side here, but she still didn't think he was doing all this out of the goodness of his heart. There had to be something here for him to gain, she just needed to figure out what it could possibly be. She truly hoped he wouldn't be betraying her to team up with the mastermind of this mass murder when they found him. Or her. Dela found the notion of dying down here and being trapped with the living dead highly unnerving.

    The rainbow light she flashed around did little to make her feel better. The thought of meeting whoever caused all of this was now at the front of her mind, filling her with enough dread to show outwardly. She hugged the girly staff housing the crystal closer to her chest, though she knew full well that she wasn't good at defending herself with any of the power it bestowed her. It was some macabre parade the two immortals were apart of, marching along with the growing number of 'harmless' zombies.

    As if the universe heard her subconscious thoughts about her abysmal combat skills, a distinctly animalistic and malicious snarl echoed from the pitch-black outskirts of the light. It hadn't belonged to these walkers. The Rune Knight took a lightning-fast step closer to Cillian, azure eyes wide and frightened like a rabbit about to be devoured by a fox. "Whatwasthat?" she wheezed, uncurling one arm from her chest just enough to try and extend her light toward whatever was making quick steps around them, staying just out of sight but closing in. "Tell whatever that is to go away! You speak fluent death, right? Prove it!"


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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 28th January 2020, 11:16 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    “Yep, basically,” he told her with a grin when she compared the zombies to puppies. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ve run into plenty of violent undead before as well, but that’s not usually their fault. Zombies don’t usually happen by accident, and usually they’re made by less than reputable people for less than reputable reasons.” Cillian shrugged a little, his only wordless opinion on that point. “But typically, they’re violent because they’re minds have been scrambled and they become like feral animals. When someone like me can talk to them, that can calm most of them down.”

    They walked for some time with their entourage of undead, both of them lost in thought. Or at least, content to walk without feeling the need to fill the silence with chatter. As they got closer toward wherever their original companion was leading them, Cillian could sense the presence of other spirits growing stronger. A slight frown crossed his face that he wasn’t aware of. Something felt wrong, here. These spirits were… angry. Panicked. Trapped. Something was holding them back from crossing over to the other side, but nothing had been set in place to preserve or protect them, which meant they were eroding and becoming corrupted. Either the person that was working here was an amateur, or someone so twisted they had no regard for the purity of the souls they sought to bind.

    Cillian was so preoccupied trying to get a grasp on what was going on that he hadn’t really been paying attention to his immediate surroundings. “Hm?” he asked, his lanky gait slowing to a stop as Dela practically seized up beside him. Sure enough, there was a snarl. He could feel a rather twisted soul just out of sight. Dela insisted he do something about it. Great, he tells her he can communicate with the dead and now she was going to make him deal with everything. Oh well. His own fault, really. Without changing his relaxed stance or even taking his hands out of his pockets, he called out to the creature. “Hey there! It’s alright, come on out. We aren’t gonna hurt ya.”

    There was a pregnant pause as nothing happened. Then out walked a horrific looking beast that had once in its lifetime been some kind of dog or large predatory cat. It was difficult to tell since its body had clearly been mutated from its original form. Its skin was sunken to the point of being able to see each rib clearly, and frankly there were so many teeth in its open maw that he was too distracted to bother seeing if it even still had eyes.

    In an instant, Cillian’s mind went absolutely blank. He could communicate with the dead, yes, but like with any ability it had limitations. In his case, he was still restricted by the original nature of the spirit in question as to whether or not he could speak with it. A soul that was once humanoid and capable of speaking in its life he could speak with after death, no matter the language barrier. But something like an animal… he couldn’t talk to an animal, whether alive or undead. A domesticated dog would have been one thing, but this creature was clearly feral. He hadn’t explained any of this to Dela because, frankly, he’d been banking on all the undead here being humanoid. Thus, this turn of events was quite unexpected and he knew he wasn’t going to have enough time to do anything about it.

    “Oh,” was the only calm, stupid comment he made before the beast leaped at him. Cillian didn’t have time to so much as blink before the creature’s body slammed into his own, snarling as powerful jaws ripped apart the man’s flesh and bone in horrific, gory fashion. His blood sprayed everywhere in violent bursts from torn arteries, limbs and digits pulled from the rest of his torso while the undead canine gorged itself. Within seconds, Cillian was dead…

    ...and it wouldn’t be much longer before the fearsome predator turned its gaze in search of new prey.  
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    Post by Dela 29th January 2020, 8:09 am

    That made two blank faces staring at the mutated undead animal waltzing out into the rainbow light like a dolled-up drag queen in a pride parade...only it was absolutely hideous and threatening by just existing. Wide eyes blinked at it slowly, digesting the image and unfortunately burning it into her nightmares, where it would now live forever to pop up just when she thought she'd moved on. But wait! This guy, this guy right next to her could do something, right? Call it off? At worst, he could use those big strong arms to murder it back to death, right? Her rounded face angled toward him, almost seeming cocky in her expectancy. It'd be ok! Once he got that dumb look off his mug, everything would be a-ok!

    Everything was not a-ok.

    "Oh," the poor Rune Knight repeated him hollowly. Cillian made no move. No indication he was doing anything or planned to do anything."OH?! Really?!?!" Dela didn't even bother suppressing this shriek since it was clearly too late. Next thing she knew, this average zombie horror film had dissolved into a gory slasher, and she was channeling her inner Carrie minus the silky prom dress. Wearing the metallic red fluid typically found inside people at this quantity was quite the sensation. "CILLIAN!" It was still...warm. Fresh. It took her mind a few seconds to catch up with what was happening, but once it did, she fell backward and began to scream. Being covered in her own blood was one thing. A common thing. Knowing the slick blood sprayed and dripping from her face and down her upper half was not hers was a whole new set of traumas Dela was not prepared for. It was in her eyes, in her mouth. Never had she been so close to another human being, and sadly it had to be as he was eviscerated within arm's-length.

    It quickly also occurred to her that she'd completely failed her mission. The point of her going was to protect the poor soul that attempted to investigate! And here he was...dea-...de-.....dog food. This! This is why she worked alone. This is why she didn't have any friends and kept to herself in her room with her cats and videogames. It was too much effort to be responsible, and even when a little effort was applied, it went wrong. Even though she hadn't wanted to even go on this mission, this was all her fault. He lost his life. She wasn't strong. Dela didn't do combat. Dela did death and sleep well and games better. Cillian was now quite literally a snack, and the creature was looking for a little more jugular juice.

    "S-Stay back!" the cursed mage whimpered pathetically, raising her gem of lies toward it as it snarled and approached. The stomach that had dropped into her feet lurched violently from fear and gore, but even through her gagging, she managed to fire a rainbow blast from the staff. It blasted the gruesome ghoul backward into the darkness. Was that better or worse? It was further away, but now also out of sight. It could come at her from any direction. This was a horrible tactical move, but what other options did she have? The space was too small for a glorious unicorn to be any help.

    All she had to work with was her small stature and a few sparkly magical girl attacks. In the next few moments, there was a skirmish as she did her best to detect and dodge the vicious maw lusting for her flesh. The bumped around in the dark, into sharp rocks, against the mine walls. It was hard to tell what was causing more pain, scrapping around like a fish out of water in the harsh environment or grimy claws and teeth. What was her blood and what was Cillian's? Her adrenaline to try and stay alive was numbing her, though part of her wondered what the true point was. Did she really think she could escape? It'd be easier to die and let the beast do its worst, then revive and escape when things were quieter. There was the issue of what she'd revive into, though. Being trapped in a death cycle was a horrific concept. Ok, so yeah, escaping was ideal. But what would she do? Limp home to HQ licking her wounds, reporting the death of the civilian she was in charge of? Defect? Dela's face hardened even in the face of the attacks she struggled to avoid or blast away, and honestly, she could feel the crystal sucking her vitality dry with every blast.

    In a last-ditch effort, she made a move. An opportunity presented itself. Just as she caught the undead critter in her light, she had a split second to try and immobilize just it as it lunged. Billowing reams of satiny pink ribbon came around the bony fiend, wrapping it up entirely. It looked like a fancy mummy with a giant bow befitting the girliest of magical girl's butt. It thudded to the ground, writhing and trying to free itself as she lay gasping for breath. It wouldn't hold long. She already saw teeth poking through the delicate fabric. "What do I do?" she lamented, knowing full well she didn't have time to get back topside. Dela knew she was toast.

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 29th January 2020, 10:02 am

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    “You know, when I told you last that I thought you were avoiding me that wasn’t an invitation to go out and get yourself killed more often.”

    Even after four hundred years, dying was still a different experience every time. Before he knew it, Cillian was standing in an endless grassy field under a neutral, cloudless sky that somehow held plenty of daylight despite the fact that there was no sun. The only things breaking the view was a cowled figure sitting at a small table which bore a tea kettle, two cups, and an empty chair. Cillian whistled. “A whole piece of scenery and tea? I’m gonna be here a while. Guess that thing really fucked me up, eh?”

    Death pulled back her hood which, rather than falling behind her head, shimmered and broke into the thousand strands that made up her long, pure black hair. She greeted him with an amused smile as she lifted a teacup to her lips. “Well, long enough for a conversation at least. You know how it works.”

    “Yeah, yeah. Every second spent dead in the mortal world means a minute waiting somewhere in the afterworld for my body to regenerate.” He flapped a dismissive hand and ambled over to the empty chair, plopping himself into it and pouring himself a cup while Death drank from hers. “Boy, that cop’s gonna be really mad when I go back.”

    “If she survives that long,” the reaper told him, almost a bit too innocently.

    “Nah, she’ll be fine. She’s definitely a scaredy cat, but she’s still a cop. I’m sure she can take care of herself for a few seconds until I get there.” Cillian blew the steam off his tea and took a sip, humming as the hot liquid trickled down his throat. “You always make the best tea. You’ve got to let me take some of these herbs back to the mortal realm sometime…”

    Death chuckled. “Your mortal body would not survive its consumption. You would perish before you finished half the glass.”

    He grinned at her, his teeth baring in a bright, childish expression of excitement. “Challenge accepted.”

    With a small, undignified snort into her glass, Death shook her head. “Cursing you was a mistake.”

    “Aw, c’mon, Bones. You miss my company when I’m not around.”

    “Yes, you’re very charming,” she muttered with dry humor. “Anyway, it seems your time is just about up. Do take care of that young woman when you go back. You might be surprised at how much of a kindred spirit she is.”

    Cillian rolled his eyes, downing the rest of the tea before he couldn’t drink it anymore. “You know I don’t do ‘kindred spirits’, my lady reaper. It’s too much effort to form an attachment to people that are just going to die after just a fraction of my impending unlifetime. That’s exhausting just to think about.”

    She shrugged, looking the very picture of a cheshire cat who knew something he did not. “Very well. Off you go, then.”

    Before he could say anything, Cillian found himself laying back in the cavernous tunnels, blinking up at the rocky ceiling. Dela was shrieking, and the rainbow light from her wand continued to dance over the jagged surfaces of the walls around them. He sat up just in time to witness her enshroud the foul creature in gloriously pink satin ribbons. It struggled against its bindings, which would break sooner rather than later.

    Cillian easily drew himself to his feet even as the beast wriggled and chewed through the ribbons, which quickly began to tear. Its snapping teeth were already free, and it was finding purchase on the ground with its paws. The tall man stepped out of the shadows and into the vibrant light, his hands clasped together above his head in a singular, tight fist. “Bad dog!” he scolded, swinging his arms down and smacking the beast in the cranium so hard that its head was crushed between Cillian’s hands and the floor. It had died almost on impact.

    “There you go, problem solved!” He turned toward Dela with a proud grin that faltered instantly as soon as his eyes set on her. She was absolutely covered in blood. His blood, he suspected. Cillian scratched the back of his head with a sheepish expression.

    “So, uh… this is awkward, eh?”  
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    Post by Dela 30th January 2020, 3:42 am

    The girl was cowered against a blackened wall, eyes squinted shut as she begrudgingly resigned to her fate. Any second the beast would rip free of her sad little ribbons and maul her to death just as it had Cillian. She was tired. The crystal in the staff buzzed happily from all the use and all the vitality it had absorbed. Every now and then a black swirl could be seen within the brightly glowing gem, dancing in delight. This is just what he wanted. Dela could almost feel that conman's hands on her body, greedily taking everything from her.

    "Bad dog!"

    Bad dog? Funny, that had sounded like Cillian's voice, but it couldn't be. he was dead. She was covered in his now sticky blood. Was her mind finally snapping from all the trauma or had she died and somehow her soul mingled with his on her way to magical girl purgatory? Cracking an azure eye open, sure enough, she saw a very much alive and whole silver fox bashing the undead dog's head into the ground, a man that had the nerve to turn and grin at her afterward like he hadn't just violently met his end in a spray of gore and left her to fend for herself. Her mouth dropped open. Mentioning he couldn't die earlier would have been nice!! She was one the talk since she hadn't mentioned it herself, but this was the heat of the moment and no time for introspect. Dela had spiraled into despair! She'd mourned him! Now here he stood looking all sheepish and awkward, yet not addressing the elephant in the room. Now she felt betrayed that he wasn't dead!

    "You..."

    Dela proceeded to launch into a tirade that would make a sailor blush, calling him everything but a white boy and late for supper. The sassy magical girl had a temper at times, but none of the violence to back it up. If there was one thing she hated more than anything, it was people having secrets and misleading others, which was quite hypocritical of her but didn't change anything. She rose shakily from her seat against the wall and bore down on him as much as someone so much smaller than him was able. A finger jabbed at his chest like the deadliest dagger as she finished up with "Do you know how long it'll take to get your bloodstains out of my hair?!" and finally paused to take a deep breath and glower at him. When she spoke next, it was calmer. "Why didn't you tell me you were immortal?" the cop asked in a strange tone. She was angry at being duped, but it was a relief that she hadn't let this civilian die after all. The sleuth wondered how he'd gotten this way and if it was something she could use. Something deep inside felt a glimmer of comfort that he was a bit like her. Maybe she wouldn't be doomed to outliving everyone she knew. These were nicer sentiments, though. More overwhelmingly, Dela was plotting her revenge on him for this stunt and deviously pleased that he didn't know she could also rise back up from the dead. Now all she had to do was wait. Did she enjoy dying? No, but in this case, she'd certainly make an exception.

    Now armed with the knowledge that apparently neither of them would remain dead down here no matter what the circumstances were, with newfound bravery she stalked past him and continued down the path. "I hope you don't have any diseases, by the way. Your blood got on my mouth," Dela informed him moodily, spitting some of the residual gore out. Ok, so maybe it wasn't as much bravery to foray deeper into the unknown tunnel and more to put distance between them so she could vomit. His lingering metallic taste coupled with the image of his dead body was ultimately too much for her in the end, now that the adrenaline was dying down. Finding a nice big rock, she moved over to it with such faux-dignity before she leaned over it and proceeded to barf glowing rainbows, an embarrassing side effect of her curse to enhance the already demeaning action of losing the battle with her stomach contents.

    Once finished, the Rune Knight again tried to act as if nothing had happened. "Well, come on then. I don't want to stay down here all night. Let's find whoever is doing this and smash their head like you did that demon dog." Again she began walking ahead, though strangely enough, it was only a few dozen feet before her staff illuminated a wooden door in a rocky wall. "That's weird..."

    What was weirder was the zombie that came out of nowhere and bit her arm, though.

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    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    Cillian could do little more than just stand there and take the verbal assault, which he did sort of have coming. He made no attempt to interrupt her or really even to defend himself. Actually, he was a bit impressed by how many swear words she knew and was able to string together in a single sentence. Despite the fact that he was at least a head taller than her, he did shrink back a bit as she bore down on him with the wide eyed, sheepish expression of someone who was legitimately a bit intimidated. He teetered a bit on his feet as she jabbed her finger into his chest and rubbed the spot with a soft “Ow.”

    When she had finally finished and calmed down a bit, Dela asked the obvious: Why hadn’t he told her? “Honestly, I was hoping you wouldn’t even find out,” Cillian told her simply. “You think it’s easy to explain to people that I can’t stay dead? Usually that opens up a lot of unpleasant questions that people don’t really want the answers to. I learned a long time ago that it didn’t pay to talk about it.” He shrugged. Frankly, Dela was already taking this way better than most people. A normal person probably would stop to speculate on that but, being the dunce that he was, Cillian didn’t think much on it. “I did tell you I didn’t need protection.”

    He had tried to tell her, if not in so many words. But it wasn’t exactly an easy subject to bring up, even for someone like him that was generally pretty laissez faire with just about everything in his life. The honest truth was that he and Dela were more alike than either of them had yet to realize: He loved knowing others secrets, but hated telling his own, and bringing up the fact that he couldn’t die often sparked conversations that he just didn’t want to be a part of. He deflected a lot when it came to himself. Unfortunately, it was difficult to deflect this particular subject when she had just witnessed him die and then come back to life.

    Maybe it was the knowledge that he couldn’t die, or maybe it was just her anger at him for hiding the fact from her, but Dela seemed to have confidence about her that wasn’t there even five minutes ago. She stormed past him to lead the way further into the cave, all the while berating him about his blood and hygiene. He shot her a grin. “Don’t worry, what I have isn’t contagious,” he informed her playfully. “Well, except stupidity. That’s contagious, and I admit to having that in abunda--.”

    He cut himself off mid word as she proceeded to throw up honest to god rainbows. By the time she straightened herself to look at him, she’d find that he’d had to actively latch both his hands onto his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud. The gesture did nothing to hide the struggle of amusement in his eyes. She seemed inclined to act like that hadn’t just occured, and for once in his life Cillian found the wherewithal to play along. It was the least he could do after scaring her half to death.

    Unfortunately, the sight had left him distracted enough that by the time Dela had stumbled onto some strange door and being approached by a new zombie, it was already too late. The thing bit her without warning. “Hey!” Cillian immediately stepped forward and wrapped his hands around the thing’s mouth without reservation, prying its jaw apart so he could pull the creature off of her without ripping all the flesh off her arm. Once he’d managed to get the thing loose, he yanked it back and shook his finger in its face. “NO. BAD ZOMBIE!”

    The zombie cowered and shuffled back toward the other group that had been with them thus far, the group seeming to try to comfort the new one. Cillian ignored them, turning instead to check Dela. “Let me see that,” he told her, holding her arm up to check the bite, ignoring any arguments she might try to throw at him. He examined it with his magic, and a frown crossed his face. He could feel the taint entering her blood stream. “Well… I don’t know how to break this to you. I’m not contagious, but it looks like that guy was… I can heal the wound, but the infection is already starting to set in.”

    If she wanted him to fix the wound he would do so, tapping into his magic once more to encourage her flesh to mend itself back together. Otherwise, if she didn’t want him messing with it, he would simply let go of the limb and not press the issue. “I think we need to keep moving forward. Our best chance at a cure is going to be in these caves, where these guys are being made.”

    Knowing that time was now of the essence, he turned toward the door. It was odd for a door to be down here when all they’d passed so far had been caverns and rubble. If answered laid ahead, surely it was behind this oddly placed barrier. Raising a foot, he casually kicked the door in. Behind it was a strangely barren room. “Huh,” was all Cillian said as he strolled inside. It took only a few seconds for an image to appear before them. A hologram clicked on, its form that of a young girl.

    “That’s new.”  
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    Post by Dela 1st May 2020, 5:02 am

    The sleuth allowed him to heal her arm, seeming oddly bored rather than scared and angry as he told her some sort of infection was settling in. If only he knew just how often she'd died of some sort of infection, bacteria, or honest-to-god plague. Dying of Bubonic Plague a year or so ago had been quite a drag, even if she'd done so in a black-powder induced blaze of heroic glory. Disgusting.

    Perhaps to keep up her guise of mortality she should have feigned the appropriate amount of terror, but she was just too lazy to do so. He didn't seem too bright. He probably wouldn't notice. "I'm more scared of being infected with your stupidity," she quipped, playing it off as putting on a brave face. She followed him as he kicked the weird door open, appreciating his change in attitude. His newfound urgency made her feel a little better about him like perhaps he wasn't just some weirdo immortal that went hunting for zombie friends in the worst places without care for the people the might try to eat.

    The hologram caught Dela off guard, causing her to jerk backward with a muted "NNGH" before she realized what was happening. Well, sorta realized what was happening. It's not like she was all that familiar with advanced technology, given her circumstances. Give her enough time and she could figure it out, but thus far in her many days on Earthland she hadn't come into contact with many holograms. Standing in front of her was a girl. Like, a young girl. In a pale blue dress complete with a bow on her head and a blunt bob haircut. Creeeeepy. Horror movie hallway creepy. Whether the kid could see them or not was unclear, but either way, the child proceeded to inform the immortal pair that one of them was infected and would only have a while until becoming like the others. She then informed them of a cure within the facility. The voice droned on in this practiced and perfectly annunciated politeness that was unnerving on its own. "Where?" Dela asked, of course, but predictably the girl refused or couldn't answer any further questions. She simply warned them. “This facility once held over three hundred workers, all of which have become the undead thanks to the virus that was being studied here. That virus courses your bloodstream. Please be careful,” the childish voice rang, sounding like bells from a happier place than this miner's tomb, just before the hologram switched off.

    "Well, that was...something," Dela hesitantly began, subconsciously rubbing her healed arm. "A virus, huh? Seems like this really is a good, old fashioned zombie outbreak. Why scientists in hidden facilities keep wanting to make something that will inevitably infect the planet and bring the end of the world on purpose is beyond me. Morbid curiosity? Once the thought is thought it can't be unthunk?" the blond tried to reason out, her adrenaline still pumping like mad. Actually, that should have worn off by now. Now that she was paying attention, her back was really starting to hurt. Could her fluttering heart be attributed to something else--

    Before she could finish her self-diagnostic, the hologram clicked back on and the little girl's image was even larger than before. "Just kidding! There's more!" she giggled, managing to drain what was left of the color in Dela's face as she did so. "The facility under here has already been destroyed since the virus was a success! No sense in searching it. The next phase of research comes from you, whoever was kind enough to try their luck! If you can beat this Tyrant class specimen, you get access to the virus and its cure. The conundrum is, should you actually win, will you selfishly take the cure for yourself and deprive all the potential victims of the virus of it, or will you sacrifice yourself for the good of...well, goodness? Either way, it's science, right?" Just as she was about to cackle, the hologram shrunk back down to normal and glitched, restarting the ending phrase from earlier. "Please be careful."

    "Oh for the love of-" Dela started to say after a deeply offended groan, but again was interrupted. On the back wall a large, heavy steel door shifted upward, revealing the aforementioned Tyrant class specimen. It was huge! Standing over ten feet tall and with steps heavy enough to crack the solid stone underfoot, this undead behemoth had claws that were over half as big as she was. If she'd had time to assume it would move slowly, she'd have been wrong on that front too. The hulky thing could move faster than most vehicles! Thankfully it was barreling at Cillian and not her at the moment, so she had a chance to glance where he'd come from in case there was gonna be a flood of zombies in white coats. There wasn't, but the room that thing had somehow survived in for god knows how long had a recess in the back with two bubbling vials, still hooked to some sort of system. So that would be her target. She was more of the snatch and run type than the fighty type. "Keep him busy!" the magical girl called as if Cillian had any other choice. She edged along the wall as carefully as possible so as not to gain the beast's attention, leaving a thick, bloody smear of gore on it-- unbeknownst to her-- as she did so.



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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 23rd November 2020, 9:11 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    Well, this was beyond creepy.

    The little girl in the hologram seemed to be more than well aware that Dela was infected, informing the pair that they only had a limited amount of time before the officer would complete the descent into zombiefication. Granted, Cillian had already put that much together himself. He could feel the corruption in her blood that was quickly bringing her in tune with him, could sense the undeath as it bubbled through her veins. It wasn’t looking good, but she seemed to be handling everything okay. It was likely just denial on her part, but either way there was little they could do to help her except press forward, and if there was one thing Cillian didn’t want, it was for her death to be on his hands.

    Unfortunately, this holographic little girl wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the necessary information as to what they needed in order to help Dela. The only interesting details she passed along was how many workers were once in this facility and how they had all been killed by the virus that Dela now had. Then, the little girl disappeared. Dela herself didn’t seem to be sure what to say. She conjectured on the situation and the outbreak’s origins, wondering why scientists were always trying to do things that were a detriment to their own, and the rest of the world’s, health. “You’re probably pretty spot on with the morbid curiosity. My experience with scientists is that they don’t exactly hold a whole lot of regard for whether they should do something. They’re more preoccupied with whether they can.”

    Cillian had already started searching around the room, trying to find some kind of path forward. He was rather keen on finding the rest of the labs so they could locate this cure, as he was much more adept at making zombies than at reverting them. In fact, he could do that last thing at all. Once she was a zombie the most he’d be able to do was form a contract with her. Which could be fun, he supposed. She was pretty feisty, and seemed more attentive than she let on. But, that would also mean being targeted by the Rune Knights for being the last known individual to go on a mission with her, and that would complicate his life more than he liked.

    His search for routes into the facility were abruptly halted by the hologram returning, the little girl giggling before admitting that there was more to know than she’d originally left them with. “Well, that’s just rude,” Cillian commented, though he didn’t really seem all too upset. He did cross his arms over his chest a bit impatiently, though, wishing the thing would get on with it. The little girl announced that the facility had already been destroyed after the success of the virus, but apparently the experiments weren’t done yet. Next was to try and beat something she referred to as a Tyrant, which would give them access to the virus and, more importantly, the cure for it. The hitch was that they would have to choose whether to use it to save Dela, or to save those who might be infected with the curse later. “Wow, they really think the first person who finds this virus is gonna just… go out and spread it to the world, huh?” Even for a man who worked with zombies for a living, he could never do something like that. People were far too interesting to turn them all into undead.

    A steel door shifted into existence before them, opening to reveal the so-called Tyrant. Lo and behold, the name was rather fitting. It stood about four feet taller than Cillian and was several hundred pounds heavier than he was. Despite the situation, the necromancer’s eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas and he almost instantly got giddy. “Well, look at you!” he proclaimed, opening his arms wide with a big grin on his face. This was by far the biggest zombie he’d ever seen, and Cillian was more than a little interested in seeing if it could be added to his collection. It came running right at him and Cillian didn’t even try to get out of the way, which was just as well since it took only a split second for both of them to see that outrunning the thing was just going to be impossible.

    “OOF!” Cillian exclaimed, the wind being knocked out of him as the hulking creature steamrolled right into him, knocking him off his feet and tackling him hard to the ground. He was a little too preoccupied to hear Dela’s instructions for him to distract the thing while she, presumably, ran after the antidote, but frankly he assumed that’s what she was doing anyway. Using the momentum to his advantage, he latched onto the creature and rolled along the ground with it until they came to a stop. Despite the zombie’s superior size, it found itself in a headlock from the smaller, more wiry man. “Whoa..!” He nearly lost his grip when the creature threw itself to its feet, nearly causing Cillian to slide off of it. Instead, the necromancer wrapped his legs around the titan and gripped harder, giggling like a mad man as the Tyran thrashed and rampaged around the room, trying to shake him.

    Eventually, it reached up with one of its claws and snatched onto him. “Uh oh,” was all Cillian had to say before he found himself being hurled across the room. He smacked against the wall with an audible thud that shook the immediate area, yet did nothing to quell his spirit. He laid there with his feet up above his head, his cranium resting awkwardly against the floor, commenting a half hearted, “Ow,” that seemed to be more of a reflective response than one that belied any actual pain most people would be in. With a rather dainty, high pitched yelp, the managed to throw himself out of the way as the zombie charged him again, the monster slamming face first into the wall as Cillian rolled to his feet.

    With a triumphant yell, Cillian threw himself at the zombie and the two locked fists, each of them pressing against one another in a veritable stalemate as they each tried to overwhelm the other through brute force like wrestlers on a mat. Impressive, given that Cillian didn’t exactly look like the strongest of individuals. Or at least, in comparison to this thing. Yet he was holding his own against it all the same and looked like he was having fun. “Oh I have got to get me one of these…” he said to himself, not so loudly that Dela would hear him. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to want to work with him. He attempted several times to link with it, to calm it down enough to try his hand at taming it, but the gargantuan zombie was just a bit too feral after all this time down here.

    Cillian shifted his weight suddenly, no longer fighting against the zombie’s pressure and causing it to lose its balance and footing. As it fell forward, the necromancer tucked and rolled beneath its legs, coming up behind it with his sansetsukon ready: a staff that would have been more suitably compared to a nunchuck except that it had three sections to it rather than two. He whipped the weapon around and aimed it expertly at the creature’s neck as it turned to look at him, beheading the zombie swiftly. It stood in lingering shock for a moment before collapsing to the ground, its head rolling a couple feet before coming to a stop. Cillian wrapped the sansetsukon lazily around his neck. “What a waste,” he lamented sadly to himself, though not really all that broken up about it.

    As if remembering what was going on, he spun to glance toward where Dela had run off to, making his way in that direction. “How you holding up there, blondie? Find the antidote?”  
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    Post by Dela 3rd December 2020, 2:58 am

    Blondie was not holding up well. Between all the giddy violence noises behind her and her braincells being deprived of oxygen due to blood loss, he'd turn to look at her just as the vials slipped from her hands. In seemingly slow motion, the vials flipped end over end on their short journey to the stone floor, and all Dela could do was stare in alarm as they shattered. The bright fluids within splattered across the floor, quickly soaking into the cracks in the stone. The one with the zombification crap in it breaking was probably for the best, but the one with the cure in it shattering that way worried her a little. She should have been more worried, but she assumed her own curse would purge her blood of the infection once she died. It was just that she'd wanted to try and cure any of the Rune Knights and miners afflicted down here, but she'd bungled it.

    Why had she bungled it, though? She could be clumsy at times, but this was different. Trying to logic it out felt like it would take more effort than it was worth. Soon it made sense, though. A red liquid was mixing with the ones spilled from the broken glass she was staring blankly at. Following the red lead to a pool under her feet. Ah, so that's what that uncomfortable pressure was. "I...broke..." she spoke in a wafer-thin voice, her whole petite frame beginning to tremble. "Haha...I broke them," Dela said, taking a shaky step toward him. Upon the second step, her legs gave out, sending her smacking limply to the floor.

    It was funny, no matter how many times she died, it was still an unpleasant experience. She knew she'd come back, but for just a moment in the worst of it, she was always scared. There was something about the awareness of every aspect of human biology shutting down with agonizing slowness that made her painfully aware of how fragile she was. Bleeding out was just as bad as being poisoned or infected with a deadly disease. All three of those were filed in her repertoire of many deaths, so it was with experience she could soundly claim that the fast deaths were her favorite. Most times, what came after her death was just as unpleasant. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Elle, but it was a different kind of pain seeing her there, slowly becoming some sort of cursed tree in a purgatory-like cemetery for used up magical girls. The reminder that she needed to hurry only made her more terrified she wouldn't make it in time.

    Even in her death throes, Dela was at herself and trolly enough to not divulge her own immortality to the tall, weird man she'd accompanied. No, this was the long con for what she hoped was a satisfying revenge prank. Dela couldn't wait to see his face when she reanimated, giving him a dose of his own medicine. The thought already had her giggling, though, with the trembling and general bodily failures, it might have sounded more like a wheeze or maybe even a sob, which would be more appropriate.

    Sluggishly searching for him with unfocused blues, once she saw him she sighed her last breath.

    ***

    The cold claws of death took her and rushed her soul into the corrupted crystal holding her power, then to somewhere beyond. When she appeared in the darkened land of dead trees, Dela was giggling to herself, full of malicious intent. "Ah, sis, just wait until you hear what I--"

    Her footsteps came to an abrupt halt and all the devious glee left her features. The sister she'd been so excited to tell about her prank was...gone? How could she be gone? Nah, she had to be here. Maybe she was spawned in at a different place than usual. "Eeeellllee!" she called, walking through the petrified remains of the magical girls before her. "I need you to scold your naughty sister!" she called, though she was in denial. She knew all these old roots better than anyone. She'd spent a lot of time here, waiting t be ushered back into her body. The girl nearest where her half-consumed sister usually was had just a tuft of black hair sticking out the top, like some extraterrestrial foliage. As Dela looped back around to that one, all she could see was some broken bark and an empty stump where Elle should be. It couldn't be. It was unheard of for anyone to leave this place.

    Where was her sister?

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