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    The Watchman | Ezekiel & Johann

    Zekey
    Zekey

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    Posts : 59
    Guild : Dies Irae
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    Experience : 2,075

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    Post by Zekey on 8th January 2020, 10:45 pm

    Blacklist | The Watchman:
    Job Title: Blacklist: The Watchman
    Rank: A
    Job Location: Anywhere there would be some sort of time keeping device, even if its on a wrist.
    Solo Word Count: 7,000
    Group Word Count: 14,000
    Additional Requirements: Must be a Dies Irae member.
    Job Description: As his name suggests, The Watchman is a dark mage that has made a habit of spying on Dies Irae mages everywhere they go and attempt to interfere in their noble goal of maintaining order and eliminating darkness. Instead of seeking him out, he’s bound to come to you. Just keep an eye out on any clock or watch face in the area, because he loves to jump out of those like portals. It’s quite annoying. You might need to punch a clock to start getting paid...literally.


    ☩ Enemies: Generic Dark Mages x5
    ☩ Enemy Rank: Normal
    ☩ Enemy Stats: These are the guys you finish up fighting when The Watchman appears at the end. You can customize their magic to whatever you want.



    ☩ Enemies: The Watchman
    ☩ Enemy Rank: Boss
    ☩ Enemy Stats: This guy is pretty creepy. He’s very tall and looks like he died already, and is obsessed with time and time puns. Despite his gimmick, he’s quite dangerous and shouldn’t be underestimated. He’s taken out mages stronger than you. The Watchman uses four gold pocket watches that can expand to roughly the size of a human head. They can extend further with spinning blades and they wail while being spun, which sounds like ghosts. If spun fast enough, the volume and pitch of the wail increases to disorient foes. If his weapons aren’t enough, his magic is ghost based, but the spells are up to you.


    Reward: A rank exp. Talk to Helga in payroll for your 75,000 jewel reward.


    ~credit to Nameless




    In theory, the Rose Garden would be a place Ezekiel might enjoy visiting.  But in reality, it was all too busy for his taste.  Though, despite the hustle and bustle and boisterous crowds, the goods and the flowers put a smile on his face.  He appreciated the various smells and colors, as well as the lively magical feeling the surroundings gave off.  Every stand and shop was a new world; a different culture brought for sale at each corner.  The air was filled with the scents of foodstuffs and magical plants, reminding him of the markets on Amber Island.  It was evening now, and orange clouds hung over the sky, blockading the moon.  The streetlamps gradually lit themselves, illuminating the Rose Garden in a rainbow of color.  Ezekiel explored the markets before the nightlife began to come in and take over, briefly forgetting what he was here for.  He had arrived early, and now awaited his mentor Johann, another powerful mage from Dies Irae, to apprehend a convict known as ‘The Watchman.’

    Boozy aromas and hazy music began to spread about the Rose Garden, intoxicating and relaxing.  The mixture of liquor and magic infiltrated his body, almost making him feel a bit loopy, but he gathered his wits, cautiously watching the clock tower in the center of the plaza. From what he read in the job description, the target suspect had an affinity for such ‘timely’ things.  Though, amidst his focus, he felt something slide from his pocket, and deftly turned around to see a commotion in the crowds.  For a moment he thought his wallet had fallen into the dirt, but saw a hooded figure dashing around a bush.  With a sigh, he unveiled the Atrophie Bow from around his shoulder and slung an arrow into the drawstring.  He slowed his breathing and followed the tail of the pickpocket’s coat.  As he was about to pass a tree and enter the hedge maze, Ezekiel loosed the arrow and pinned the thief to a tree.  The perpetrator landed with an audible ack! and dropped Ezekiel’s wallet.

    “Oh hey, I have the same exact wallet,” he joked, then picked up the leather.  The thief laughed and shrugged, then Ezekiel plucked the arrow from the tree and let him go.  In the distance, just outside the market square, a specific store caught his attention.  In the display window hung numerous clocks and watches, glistening in gold, jade and brass.  He approached the store, although it was closed, and peered inside. The brightness of his eyes somewhat blocked his reflection, and he could see only darkness inside.  Hmph, he groaned, and backed away from the display window.  Just outside the door, a man stood who was previously not there before.  He wore a bowler hat and sported a thin moustache, as well as a long brown peacoat and loafers.  Ezekiel immediately felt chaotic intent from him, and slowly shifted his rifle from his back.

    “Wonderful evening, isn’t it?” he asked.

    “Indeed,” Ezekiel said, and wielded the Draíocht Rifle in front of him with practised agility.  A bullet escaped the barrel, but the man simply extended his hand and shredded the bullet with magic.  Before he could use another spell, the man fade into shadow and reappeared behind Ezekiel.  He heard a snicker and shot around, but the man disappeared again, teleporting somewhere he could not find.

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    Post by Johann on 12th January 2020, 7:17 pm


    The Watchman | Ezekiel & Johann BEwsIGz

    Rose Garden. The fresh evening air filled the town with a gentle breeze, slow, but determined steps taking the Ambassador of Dies Irae over the cobbled roadside to a particular spot, a clocktower in the center of a plaza. In truth, the silver-haired man had had some difficulty navigating this space, considering that, in a fashion that was no quite typical for Johann, he had never actually been to Rose Garden before. He had visited most of Fiore over the course of his three distinctly different careers but unfortunately couldn't say the same about this place, the resulting confusion causing him to run perhaps a little late as he attempted to find his way to the meeting spot. In the end, he had to rely on instinct, along with the occasional question aimed at a local, to guide him through the now increasingly brightly lit streets, lacrima lights lining the roadsides. He had, of course, not come here for the sake of recreation, though.

    The purpose of his little excursion to Rose Garden was, as much as he might dislike it, of a strictly professional nature. What brought him here today were reports of a man who, in a stroke of eloquence, had been dubbed "The Watchman", an individual that, against the assumption suggested by the somewhat harmless-sounding name, was demonstrably dangerous. Reports indicated that he had recently been interfering with the business of the guild and its members, stalking soldiers of Dies Irae and, when the opportunity arose, attacking them. So far, a few members had had run-ins with this individual, and luckily none of them died, but the fact that this was becoming more of a common occurrence was a fact that remained alarming.

    So alarming, in fact, that it prompted the intervention of the Ambassador, in his opinion. Apparently, the target wasn't necessarily one to mess around, and, given the report, neither would Johann. For the occasion, Johann had requested back-up in the form of his mentee, Ezekiel, to assist in apprehending, or possibly, eliminating this convict, meeting the young man here in Rose Garden. Or hoping to meet him if he could find his way to the place of meeting.

    That was the plan, at least. Somewhat lost in contemplation, the man was suddenly torn from a state of thought with the eruption of a loud, resounding crack, heightened senses instinctively reacting to the echoing ripple. A sound that, to the Ambassador, seemed not unlike a gunshot. Picking up the pace, the silver-haired man broke into a sprint, dashing towards the source of the noise with practiced, swift motions, arriving at its source in no time.

    Much to his surprise, the man found that his Mentee was already present, slowing down and coming to a halt before the other, the usual, black cloak that constituted part of his uniform hanging loosely from his shoulders. "Zeke" , the greeting was simple, unceremonious, Joh giving the young man a nod as he adjusted his hat, tucking a few strands of silvery hair underneath. His eyes fell on the weapon in his hands. "My apologies, it seems like I'm late to the party. Trouble?", the Ambassador asked with an inquisitive, concerned voice, though unable to spot any immediate danger, his stance, therefore, remaining rather relaxed. Naturally, he reckoned there had to be a reason why the young Soldier had presumably fired his gun, and remained rather curious, listening for an answer as he let his gaze wander.



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    The Watchman | Ezekiel & Johann Johannsiggies
    Zekey
    Zekey

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    Lineage : Eagle Vision
    Position : None
    Posts : 59
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,075

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    Post by Zekey on 24th January 2020, 12:13 am

    Ezekiel wasn’t sure what stressed him out more, the escaped convict or Joh’s calm greeting.  A volley of swears left his lips; words and gestures that his mother would wash his mouth with soap for, but as soon as he realized his mission partner was nearby, he shot around with sudden guilt and covered his mouth with both hands.  Amidst his quick bout, he had forgotten to look for his mentor around the Rose Garden.  “I am so sorry you had to hear that,” he said, turning red from head to toe and speaking in a rush, “I came over to take a gander at the clocks, looking for the watchman but that gowl came out and scared the daylights outta me.”  After a minute of pure silence, he took a deep breath, realizing he still had the Draíocht Rifle in his hands and returned it to its sling around his shoulder.  “As you can see, he got away from me right before you arrived,” he explained.  “I sure hope the gunshot didn’t cause a panic.”

    The people enjoying the Rose Garden seemed more or less unbothered by the altercation, save for a few observers passing by who saw the Dies Irae emblem and decided to get out of harm’s way.  “You’re not late by the way, I’m just...early and easily distracted.  This all started because a thief took my wallet like a real gobshite.  I do hope you were not looking for me too long.”  As they spoke and exchanged formalities, the young mage constantly looked around, searching for the same or a similar suspicious figure in the crowds and rooftops to no avail.  “Anyways, I now have no clue how to go about the rest of this job.  This ‘Watchman’ appears to be quite elusive.”

    There were simply too many openings around them for the notorious Watchman to strike.  Between the clock tower in the plaza, the novelty store behind them and whatever watches wandered about the crowds of the Rose Garden, the possibilities were simply too numerous.  Ezekiel counted himself lucky that he hadn’t encountered the vigilante by himself yet and was incredibly grateful to have Joh by his side.  As for his unfortunate guildmates that encountered the convict, Ezekiel intended to do his best and apprehend and put their minds at ease.  All he hoped was that Abaddon wouldn’t pull any dirty tricks on this trip, which often (nearly) included murder.  The abyssal angel often called to him in the midst of battle, offering his assistance, sometimes doing so without the mage’s approval, most notably during his last personal trip.  The spirit was silent as of right now, and Ezekiel prayed it would stay that way, especially in Joh’s presence.  He wasn’t sure what his mentor would think if the spirit were to have an outburst, as Abaddon was an antithesis to everything the guild stood for.  The spirit was chaotic, to say the least, and immensely destructive.

    “So, where about should we begin? Have you had the pleasure of encountering this notorious villain before?”  Ezekiel asked, wholeheartedly paying attention to his mentor, but nonetheless distracted by figures in trenchcoats wandering about the plaza, mixing in with the crowds.  He was sure the one he faced possessed magic reigning over shadow and steel, but as for the others he could not be sure.  Aside from a variation in the color of their coat trim, the subordinates wore mostly uniform clothing; a velvety black bowler hat, grey coat, and a shiny pocket watch around their necks.  Even Ezekiel could feel a suspicious air about the night.

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    Post by Johann on 10th February 2020, 6:04 pm


    The Watchman | Ezekiel & Johann BEwsIGz

    Joh chuckled in a somewhat soft fashion upon hearing his mentee's apology, his eyes still darting about the crowd of passerby's and pedestrians, most of which seemed, in honesty, rather inconspicuous, before his eyes returned to Zeke, a friendly smile on his lips as he waved dismissively. "Don't worry about it, I've heard worse". When the young man mentioned the clocks, along with the subject they had been tracking, the Watchman, Johann turned his head to the shop, taking note of the particular product they offered. If he remembered correctly, the appropriately named Watchman had a downright strange affinity for these objects. It was only appropriate to assume that this was where he would turn up. Somewhat lost in contemplative thought, the man absent-mindedly would also look up to the large clocktower. The next hour would soon be upon them. Johann took a soft breath, a similarly soft sigh escaping him, barely taking note of the silence between him and the young Soldier.

    "Any idea who bothered you, by the way?", Johann now turned back to Ezekiel. Johann didn't know whether the individual they were after operated alone or if the ominous Watchman had help from others. Naturally, if the run-in with an individual would mean the latter that would be considerably bad news for Joh and Zeke, who could be significantly outnumbered if that fact turned out to be true. The plaza did offer a lot of space, but another point bothered the Ambassador, the knowledge that collateral damage in the form of material and people alike was likely if a skirmish broke out making the silver-haired Rune Mage somewhat uneasy. An ideal opportunity for any dark mage, though ...

    "Ah, yes. I had some trouble navigating the streets of Rose Garden. That was my own fault, though the shot did aid in navigating", he joked with a smirk. "Sounds like you already had your fair share of misfortune, and we haven't even been here that long. Let's hope that changes". Joh was somewhat surprised that this city seemed to be somewhat dangerous. No one thus far had bothered him, though he reckoned that with a seemingly active nightlife the streets had to be home to some of the rejects of society as well. He had made his fair share of experience with that side of life. He had been part of it for more than just a little while, after all, though those memories were, understandably, still anything but joyful. He instead chose to center his attention back onto the task at hand.

    "Indeed, he is. To be honest, I have not the slightest idea where the target could be. Reports suggested he has been seen in the area, but considering his modus operandi up until now ... well, it seems that he finds Dies Irae rather than the other way around. Frankly, I have no idea what to expect, and the chances are good that we'll be ambushed. In short, if we do find him, we'll probably be in trouble". The Ambassador rather quickly realized that the way he made the situation out to be didn't exactly sound optimistic, so he hastily added "Probably nothing we can't handle though, right?" with a confident tone and a grin that somewhat contradicted his speech.

    In truth, Johann's confidence was held back by a few factors, such as the aforemention possibility of casualties, and while he was quite sure of his abilities, he had yet to see his mentee handle himself in a real combat situation. A life or death moment was nothing like training, after all, but he had faith, faith that Ezekiel was experienced enough to deal with what this mission could throw at him. And if not, well, Joh was an expert at mending a broken body. The soul, however, was an entirely different matter ...

    "Not personally, though a few Soldiers have shared their insights with me", he paused briefly, thinking about those that narrowly survived an encounter with this man, a barely noticable, but present stirr filling the back of his head with the familiar sensation of dull anger. Nonetheless, the Ambassador continued, doing his best to ignore the influx of Mars' emotions, "Admittedly, I am none the wiser, though. The target has a few tricks up his sleeve, so I say we keep our eyes open and-"

    The sudden and particularly loud sound of a bell interrupted Johann's sentence, his eyes instinctively wandering to the clocktower, widening when he realized that, on the tower and right on front of the large clock built into the structure stood a person. Tall, taller than Johann in any case, scrawny, for the lack of a better term, and pale as the moon, long strands of black hair falling from his head over a face with skin that seemed pulled tightly against his bones, giving him an almost skeletal appearance, the rest of his body covered by what almost seemed like a silken, black coat.. The Ambassador wanted to open his mouth, call out to his mentee, prepare for combat, but his muscles didn't move, his body didn't react. In an onset of panic, a sensation the ever-confident Ambassador hadn't dealt with in a while, his eyes began darting across the space around, realizing that similarly to himself, everything else to had stopped, as if frozen in time.

    "Bonjour, Gentlemen!", a raspy voice, nasal and somewhat high-pitched, but excessively smooth with the faint hint of an accent rang out, echoing across the plaza. "While I am sure you already know who I am, just as I know who you are, let me introduce myself. You'll just have to give me the, hehe, time to do so since we meet for the first, well, time". The figure snickered, amused by his own words. "I am the Watchman, and it seems that you have stumbled into our little ... trap, hehe". Johann fought with all his might, but his body as entirely still, his eyes the only thing that could move, a glare focussed on the figure seeming to catch the others attention. "Ah, ah, worry not. Soon you, too, will be dealt with. I will leave you in the care of my charming subordinates. Maybe you can catch me some other time, mages of Dies Irae. Hehe ... Au Revoir". With those words and a snap of his thin fingers, he man vanished, the plaza immediately returning to the previous bustle. It seemed that none of the civilians had any recollection of the event that had just occurred and happily continued to indulge in this lively night.

    The Ambassador, of course, had entirely different plans. "Ezekiel!", he immediately whipped around to his mentee, stretching out a hand at his side, a red-bladed rapier materializing within his grasp accompanied by the slight shimmer of magical energy. "Ready yourself. It seems we're already being targeted". His eyes went back to the crowd, carefully scanning for any obvious danger, at first not noticing the cloaked figures that had both mixed into the mass of people and snuck up on them on the surrounding rooftops ...



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    The Watchman | Ezekiel & Johann Johannsiggies
    Zekey
    Zekey

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    Posts : 59
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    Experience : 2,075

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    Post by Zekey on 23rd February 2020, 1:21 pm

    The jovial Soldier quirked his lips in frustrated confusion and sighed. “No idea,” he replied. “I wish I had a clue.” He was relieved that his mentor was more worried about the Watchman than his profuse swearing, but held his tongue nonetheless should the urge present itself again. The innumerous clocks and watchfaces around them presented more than enough trouble, and Ezekiel wondered if they would even have the chance to capture their suspect, or if he would slip through time, and therefore, through their fingertips. Ezekiel briefly examined the Rose Garden in its entirety, taking in a whiff of the crisp, flowery air. There were plenty of chances for suspicion at each corner; pickpocketing children, con artists in merchant booths, but none of them gave off the chaotic ‘Watchman’ vibe the Soldier was looking for. Perhaps that worried Ezekiel; not knowing the enemy. In his previous work, a foe very prominently exposed itself for him to slay. But the ‘Watchman’ and his possible subordinates seemed to be masters of camouflage and escape.

    The young mage chuckled, “I just hope I didn’t scare people trying to enjoy their night. You know, with the gunfire. As long as this Watchman doesn’t steal my wallet, I don’t foresee any other misfortune upsetting me more.” Ezekiel was fairly clueless, save for the information given to him by the guild, but he was mostly unafraid. If anything, he was more afraid of the fact that he was almost eager to bust such a foe. He fiddled with his gun, turning on the safety and wiping away excess gunpowder from the end of the barrel, almost ashamed of having missed a shot at point blank. Should he see his missed target again, he promised himself to make sure to hit the sucker in the sternum.

    Ezekiel wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to be relieved that he knew as much about the mission as Joh did. The two were in the same boat, not knowing what to expect. But that in itself presented a danger. Ezekiel had no clue how to combat the dark mage, nor did he possess even a semblance of how strong the Watchman truly was. As he listened to Joh’s explanation of what he knew, he was somewhat distracted. Once Joh suddenly stopped, the young mage looked Joh in the eye. “You were saying?” he asked, but the tome of a bell deafened him briefly. The noise startled him, and he shot around to see what was going on. The clocktower vibrated with each bell strike, and Ezekiel could have sworn he saw a figure atop it. At first, he thought it to be a gargoyle; merely a figment of a real person, but it moved. If he was as tall as he seemed from this distance, he was even taller than Johann, but sickly looking and emaciated. To get a better look, Ezekiel held up the scope of his rifle and aimed it towards the figure. “What on this good green earth--

    Then, everything before him stood still. Joh’s movement was abruptly paused, and Ezekiel was unsure of what was happening. An irritating, androgynous voice pierced through the air and echoed across the once bustling Rose garden. His trigger finger buzzed with anticipation, but an eerie feeling enamored his body, like enamel sealing his body in place. Their foe spoke with an eloquent, almost jazzy tone that might have made any other person swoon, but Ezekiel was mildly irritated by the sound. The notorious Watchman moved through the negative space amidst their frozen state. The figure laughed at his own jokes, but had Ezekiel any control over his muscles, he would have grimaced. But, as soon as he had arrived, he vanished. Time resumed to its original bustling pace, and Ezekiel lowered his rifle. No one but them seemed to notice the temporal shift.

    His mentor, however, immediately produced a red sword in his hand. Ezekiel’s eyes wildly gazed across the Rose Garden, anticipating a response from their foes. The crowds was devoid of suspicious characters up until time stopped, and now appeared to be filled with them. “It seems like they’re not wasting their time,” he playfully commented. Atop the roofs, Ezekiel squinted and his vision zoomed in onto cloaked figures traversing the tiles. “The rooftops!” he warned, then raised his rifle and locked in on the farthest figure. The gun was cool in his hands, even as the trigger clicked and the round chased after its target. Though, their foe seemed to dodge the bullet at the last second, merely being grazed by it. Before long, it seemed as though they were surrounded, and Ezekiel did his best to calculate the odds. He wasn’t much of a strategic person, but there were too many civilians here to use any kind of destructive spells. Instead, he detached The Earthslayer from his belt and deposited the rifle on his shoulder. The thin blade glowed gold tonight, and reflected the sky as if it were a clear day. “Looks like we’re in for a bit of a rumble here aren’t we?”

    “So, how should we go about this battle, Joh?” he asked, waiting for his signal before diving into the fight. Though, before he could get an answer, a cloaked figure dove between them and separated them, lunging towards Ezekiel with brass fists. This subordinate wore the same cloak as the others, though hers donned a red trim, a possible indicator of what magic she utilized. Ezekiel parried her blow with his sword, and watched out for Joh. The young Soldier was fairly strong himself, but his opponent was no lightweight. She jabbed and tried to grab onto his wrists, but Ezekiel wouldn’t let himself be caught that easily. He ducked and slammed his head into her chin, sending her recoiling back. His breathing hitched, but he stood tall and held his sword up with a calm grip. He didn’t want to kill her. He didn’t want to kill any of them. But he kept in mind that they were dark mages, and if push came to shove...there was no holding back.

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    Lineage : Herald of Destruction
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    Posts : 6610
    Guild : Dies Irae - GM
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    Age : 28
    Experience : 10,386
    Brownie Points : ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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    First Magic: Saga of War - Ragnarök
    Second Magic: Consecration of War - Einherjar
    Third Magic: Maledict of War - Berserkir

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    Post by Johann on 2nd March 2020, 7:26 pm


    The Watchman | Ezekiel & Johann BEwsIGz

    His mentee seemed like he had been similarly affected by the sudden stop of time, which was alarming, but eliminated the need for any more explanations. In fact, Ezekiel appeared to be quicker at pointing out the immediate danger that stalked them from above than Johann, the Ambassador's narrowing eyes now raised up as he followed the shifting of cloaked silhouettes, another shot ringing out beside him. The young Soldier was quick at the draw, a talent, in the silver-haired man's eyes, though not few concerned civilians would stop once more, turning their heads towards the two mages of Dies Irae. Their behavior probably wouldn't aid the general public's opinion of the guild, which, much to the Ambassador's continued dismay, seemed already rather poor. It didn't matter. All of these people were in potential danger, the intensity of which would grow exponentially with each figure that came crawling from a dark alleyway, behind a roof, or out of a mass of merry pedestrians. It didn't exactly help lift the Rune Mage's spirits. Fighting under these conditions would put them at an inherent disadvantage, and not a small one either. Any of the people in the crowd could be one of the Watchman's associates, practically indistinguishable from a regular civilian until it was too late. The fact that all of these civilians were potential targets made the situation worse, leaving the Ambassador to struggle inwardly in an attempt to draw up some form of plan or solution to any of these issues, efforts that were unsuccessful at current. He would just have to rely on his own skill, and the skill of his fellow soldier to tackle the situation for the time being.

    "Looks like", Joh affirmed the young man's comment, his eyes darting between the approaching figures and the people in the area, some stopping, pointing fingers in their direction, talking amongst themselves and undoubtedly speculating over the event that was occurring before their eyes. The Ambassador's brows furrowed, biting his lip in frustration. Why did they have to gather, be curious? Before he could do anything about them, though, Ezekiel raised another question, Johann responding immediately and instinctively, the man's demeanor shifting with the arising prospect of battle, his response structured more like an order rather than the casual speech he'd displayed before. "Prioritize the civilians. Don't die, Soldier".

    The Ambassador didn't know whether Ezekiel had even heard him, the boy immediately being pulled away into a vicious close-quarters fight. Johann's first impulse was to rush over and assist, but he found his path blocked, forced to dash backward by three hooded lackeys that descended from the rooftops, gracefully, in an almost cat-like fashion dropping onto the cold cobblestone of the plaza around. The God of Ishgar had trouble discerning the gender of either figure, though that was of secondary importance as they produced their weapons with surprising speed, sharp metal glistening in the light of the street lamps. "Now's time for some assistance, Mars", the command echoed through the vessel's, his body's mind, a cackle, accompanied by the creature's stir in the back of his head the Sea's immediate response. "My pleasure, tssehehe".

    Like a drug, the Seal's magic flooded his system. Johann could feel the hum of magic fill his lungs, his veins, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath before opening them once more, his scleras shining, instead of a normal white, in a deep, charcoal black, a glowing pupil of sanguine red suspended within each eye. "Let's go". From the Ambassador's form, his magical aura would begin to emanate, making no mystery of the Seal's emotional influence to those who could feel it. Power, aggression, and bloodlust were bundled within, the wave of arcane energy that swept over the area like a wave seemingly prompting a response from the first of these attackers.

    A barrage of throwing knives was launched the silver-haired man's way, who reacted with the snap of a finger. For no more than a passing second, gravity around him seemed to increase manyfold, the projectiles, instead of finding their mark, sinking with a dozen metallic clings as if suddenly submerged in water. The Ambassador wouldn't get a chance to breathe, however, the tip of a chain knife whizzing through the air towards him. Johann raised his sword, blocking the attack, the associated chain doing its work, however, promptly wrapping tightly around the blade. If he wanted to move, he either had to drop the blade or get closer to the figure, the unmoving, but highly alert figure that had not yet entered the fight drawing the Ambassador's attention as he threw his own strength against that of the cloaked person pulling the chain. With a flash of magic, similarly to Johann's previous move, the last of the three suddenly held a bow within their grasp, notching an arrow and firing with considerable agility, the arrow slamming into Johann's left shoulder. The Ambassador stumbled slightly, the warmth of the blood that began to spread around the impact overshadowed by sharp and acute pain. The cloaked figure seemed pleased, at least they would hesitate for a few seconds before notching the next arrow, giving the Ambassador, who by now had gotten more than used to injury, torture, and pain of all kinds more than enough time to react accordingly, giving himself thoroughly unimpressed by the lucky shot. With the twist of his arm, he dropped the sword, the weapon vanishing into thin air as soon as he had let it go, freeing his hand to grasp the chain, firmly planting his feet on the ground before yanking the chain with considerable power. The figure couldn't do much and was lifted off their feet, practically launched through the air towards Johann, who spun around, meeting the frame of the incoming adversary with a resounding kick to the chest. The energy that was transferred into the foe cracked through the air, catapulting them away and into a nearby lamp pole, bending the metal before they sunk to the ground, unmoving. The Ambassador dropped the chain with a characteristic rustle, bringing his arm around before ripping the projectile from his shoulder, snapping it in half, leaving behind a small hole in his somewhat bloody uniform, pristine and perfectly untouched skin underneath.

    That, however, seemed like it would be the extent of Johann's confidence for now. What had drawn a crowd of curious onlookers, who most likely assumed that this was just another street fight between the various parties that made Rose Garden's nights lively, had, of course, also attracted the attention of city guards, two men in armor, hands at the swords at their sides, pushing through the mass of people. "You there! Stop immediately!", one of them ordered sharply, the other one calling out "What's going on here?". Joh's eyes narrowed. This was bad. These dark mages would be ruthless, and simple guards would undoubtedly find themselves outclassed. His assumption would be proven right almost instantly, another throwing knife whizzing through the air and hitting one of the two in the throat, a sicking gargle the last sound he produced as he almost immediately collapsed to the ground, dead. Screams of panic spread through the crowd, the realization that this was no ordinary brawl causing a prompt reaction among the people of Rose Garden. People struggled to stumble away from the group as fast as possible, running into each other, pushing, pulling, fleeing as quickly as the situation allowed. The other guard stared at his comrade on the ground, his eyes wide in shock. "Stay back!", the Ambassador would bark at the man, who only now turned his pale face to the Rune Mage, "I ..." "Go!". It seemed he didn't have to tell him again. The man stumbled backward and turned, running as fast as his feet would allow him.

    The Ambassador focussed his eyes on the two remaining figures. Unknowingly, they had, of course, aided him by providing him with a little more space, but not without cost, thinking about the man on the ground, but knowing better than to let it distract him. Still, this now meant that whoever it was they were facing presented a direct and acute danger to innocent people of Earthland. They had to be stopped ... by any means necessary. The Ambassador clenched his hands into fists. No longer would he purposefully limit himself to an almost embarrassing degree.



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    Post by Zekey on 9th March 2020, 5:58 pm

    Prioritize the civilians, was all Joh had to say, and the young soldier nodded and ended his small battle quickly.  The dark mage before him backed away, and Ezekiel raised his hands and hummed a quiet sea shanty to himself, conjuring a pool of water around his feet.  The sea-green torrents bent to his will and gathered into a raging tide.  He increased his volume and began to focus his magic into his voice.  His throat became hot and glowed blue, and the water around his feet rhythmically rose and fell.  “Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach.  Dúlamán na farraige, be'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn,” he sang, doing his best to pronounce the ancient words of his family’s tongue.  Soon enough, the Song of the Selkie made its way into the ears of the dark mages nearby, the lulling qualities slowing their movements and easing the bustling crowds into a more calm state.  Ezekiel sang a bit faster as his foe attempted to box him as he used the spell.  “Tá ceann buí óir are an dúlamán gaelach.  Tá dhá chluais mhaol are an dúlamán maorach.” The water at his feet suddenly rose and threw him into the air.  He launched himself at the dark mage in front of him and landed a vicious kick to her gut.  The force of the tide beneath him empowered the strike enough to send the dark mage flying into a lightpost, and she fell unconscious.

    “Get out of here! Now!” the boy shouted.  He sang a different song now, constantly repeating, “Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú.  Téir abhaile riú Mhearai…” and another tide of water formed, inundating the plaza.  Ezekiel extended his fingers and lifted the water into a wall, forming a path for the crowds to safely funnel through.  The crowds hesitated, but Ezekiel growled at them to hurry, briefly losing focus and causing the water wall to falter.  He eyed the remaining dark mages on the battlefield and returned his focus onto his spell.  “Téir abhail gus fan sa bhaile.  Mar tá do mhargadh déanta.”  The moon enriched his body as he sang, and he understood now the meaning of the Pull of Gealach: Pull of the Moon.  As the civilians fled, he heard the unexpected voices of men and the shink of swords.  The Rose Garden’s guards had arrived on the playing field.  One unfortunate guard was met with a knife to the throat, and Ezekiel paused for a second, and the water fell and drained from the street.  The civilians had mostly escaped now, and Ezekiel ran to the dying man’s side, only to be stopped by a shattered jar and green fire around him.  The man continued to gurgle and choke on his own blood, a puddle accumulating around his head.

    A broad, burly man in a cloak emerged from the alleyway, green fire in hand.  Whether or not he was one of the dark mages they were searching for didn’t matter anymore, and Ezekiel rose to his feet.  He tossed another jar of flame toward him, but Ezekiel sliced it apart with The Earthslayer, gaze not leaving the dying guard.  The fire sprayed onto him, not burning his armor at all, but his skin and nerves were set ablaze.  The soldier grunted, and dropped his sword, but before the dark mage before him could strike him again, his eyes flashed red.  “Glamhadh!” he shouted, and eels made from black water escaped his hands, forming a tether between him and the opponent and lifting him into the air.  The eels’ jaws attached themselves to every nook of the mage’s body.  Ezekiel closed his eyes, feeling the shift in vitalities become unbalanced.  The fire on his body ceased, and the eels then threw the man into the side of the wall, dead.  He extinguished the fire around him and immediately tended to the dying guard.

    He didn’t bother to check for a pulse or stop the bleeding, simply shouting “Nathair!” and reaching into the puddle of blood, retrieving a vial of purple venom.  He injected it into the man’s throat directly, but the damage was done, and the blood coagulated on Ezekiel’s hands and sleeves and the knees of his pants.  Maybe you should have been faster, a dark voice within him said, but Ezekiel denied it.  The boy paused by the dead guard’s side, then looked back at his mentor, now facing two mages alone.  Ezekiel picked up his sword and sprang to his mentor’s side, slightly unhinged at the fact that he watched a man die before him.  With all the adrenaline of the battle, Ezekiel paid no mind to the burn marks on his face and neck, and the bits of glass stuck in his hands and forearms.

    He raised The Earthslayer and asked, “A bheil thu deas?”  Realizing his blunder, he corrected himself, “Ready?”  Within his peripherie, the Watchman emerged onto the ledge of the clocktower some meters away, crouching and watching the battle below him.  Ezekiel’s pupils dilated, and he noticed the man was about to snap his fingers.  He raised his hands again and shouted, “Glam-” but was cut off.  The spell had begun to form in his fingertips, but he was not fast enough.  The premature spell barely made it a meter from his hand when the Watchman snapped his fingers.

    “Ah ah ah,” he said with condescension, words moist with pride.  “Too slow again, boy.”  The Watchman descended and stood before Ezekiel, sharply jabbing him in the chest.  The impact rang out when he punched Ezekiel’s chestplate, and he stood frozen in space.  The Watchman then picked him up and disarmed him.  “What a beautiful sword,” he remarked, and threw it into the dirt, proceeding to throw Ezekiel in between Joh and his two accomplices.  “Good talks,” he said with a smirk, and walked away with a snap.  Ezekiel coughed and braced himself, rolling and finding himself staring up at the stars.  Frustration boiled within him, and he wanted to destroy the clocktower where it stood.  Fear then shifted into his eyes, and he finished the word he had shortly begun, “adh!” and the eels erupted from his hands towards Joh.  Ezekiel recoiled and curved his aim towards the clocktower, cracking the face.  He turned his head, and realized the two dark mages were standing above him, ready to stomp on his face.  He raised his arms and blocked the incoming blow, then turned to his mentor and shot him an apologetic look.

    With each blow came the burdening wonder if the Watchman could do more than stop time.  A clock can be re-winded, forwarded, stopped, or broken, after all.

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    Post by Johann on 20th March 2020, 8:51 am


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    With one of the mysterious figures out of the way, the Ambassador found himself facing two more still, a little bit of distance separating the two parties, the God of Ishgar shooting a quick glance over to Ezekiel, who seemed to have his own heavy fighting to deal with, though the young Soldier held himself well, paying particular attention to his magic. The chants were almost mystical, the swirls and shapes of water reacting to them. Johann bit his lip, his eyes swerving back to the two before him, frustration overcoming the man, though he tried his best to hide this emotion. This job had already resulted in a casualty, one more than he would've wanted. The possibility that yet another a child had to grow up without their father because some filthy dark mage scum had decided to live out whatever selfish, cruel motives they held for themselves twisted his frustration into rage, the sanguine glow within his pupils intensifying as more and more magic flooded his system. Johann's magic was not unique, of course, even among the Seven Seals of the Apocalypse, as he had learned, and yet, the fact that Mars was in control of his arcane powers meant that what drove him was this same rage he felt, hate, anger, all of them fueling the Second of the Seals, who inhabited the Ambassador's body as his vessel. Or rather, more specifically, the demonic side within the Nephilim, the side that bestowed upon the Ambassador a magic most viewed as corrupted, unholy, some going as far as considering the use of such magic alone a sacrilege, a crime against humanity. The Ambassador couldn't have cared less. It was just another tool to realize his vision for the future.

    He raised his right arm, the puddle of blood around the lifeless guard beginning to bubble before rising from the cold, hard stone of the plaza and the still-warm body of the man. A stream of crimson fluid rushed through the space between the corpse and Johann, adhering to the God of Ishgar's magical control. Suspended in the air around the man, the blood began to form a plethora of small droplets, a swirl of red hues that circulated around his form. Johann's brows furrowed. He couldn't help the man, not anymore. While he could heal wounds, bringing someone back from the dead was a task entirely impossible, even to Johann and the Seal locked within him.

    What he could do, however, was fulfill the goal of his guild, the goal of the organization he had built from scratch, his own personal goal ... he could, and he would exact revenge on the man's behalf. "Using a man's blood to finish off his murderer? How poetic, my little vessel. Tssehehehe ...", the voice of Mars would ring out in the back of his mind, obviously thoroughly amused, Johann acutely attentive to the Second Seal's presence, though in his usual fashion ignoring the Lord of War. The Ambassador, though, was aware of the rush of aggression building up within his chest, wrapping its invisible hands around his throat in a sensation that felt like it would be sealed shut, trying to keep a level head, though noticing his senses grow duller with every passing moment. Just another side effect of Mars' magic. It didn't matter, he was ready to tear them apart where they stood ...

    ... until Ezekiel would suddenly appear at his side, Johann's expression one of surprise, though a smirk would soon replace it, his demeanor relaxing noticeably. "Zeke", he said simply, giving his mentee a nod in response before giving the young man a quick look-over. He was injured, the black, singed spots on his skin evident, though he seemed to be holding up for the time being. Still, the two couldn't catch their breath, even for a brief second. Ezekiel had made a move to interrupt the Watchman as soon as the ominous dark mage appeared again, though, seemingly, to no avail, time halting once more. Much like his mentee, there was not much the Ambassador could do against this magic, his body freezing up. Once more, stuck in place, with no other option than to endure anything this Watchman would throw at the two. The frustration built up once more, the slowly simmering flame of anger within his chest growing larger, slowly, but gradually, the Ambassador's artificial heart beginning to pulse with magical energy. It was an uncomfortable feeling, like the constant sting of needles within his torso, though it was nothing compared to what it had felt like to lose his heart in the first place.

    Before the silver-haired Rune Mage could think much further, time would find its normal pace again, his eyes immediately twisting towards his mentee, dark eyes falling onto the twisting shapes of water barrelling towards him, though to his luck, they seemed to change course at the last second, instead of tearing into his body slamming into the clock tower. He took a quick breath. The preferable option, though the God of Ishgar didn't value his health particularly highly, either. It would be best for him, rather than anyone else, to take the damage of an attack. Luckily, that was not a matter that had to be addressed, for the time being, that was.

    The situation, though, was dire. The Watchman was nowhere to be seen, eluding the Ambassador again. Not just that, it seemed that the other two lackeys were ready to descend on his mentee. "Shit", the Ambassador bit his lip one more time, his emotions overtaking him anew. The blood was still under his control, Johann's body twisting in a fashion that was almost instinctive. The Ambassador stretched out his arm, the blood coalescing into a sanguine projectile before bursting forward at ridiculous speed, crashing into the first of the two figures with substantial momentum, transferring a lethal amount of force into their side. The figure was ripped off their feet, sending them into a brief spiral through the air before they impacted hard on the same cobblestone as before, unmoving.

    As soon he had fired off the spell, he would get low to the ground, his form blurring in a similar burst of acceleration, closing the distance between himself and the remaining dark mage in the blink of an eye. Unceremoniously, his hand would wrap around the adversary's neck, lifting them off their feet and holding them in the air for a few moments, his cold eyes, alight with magic, staring up at the cloaked person, a woman, it seemed, the bow she's been holding leaving her grasp and dropping onto the ground. Johann briefly stared into an expression of struggle underneath the dark cloak, blue eyes and dirty, ash-blonde hair visible in the shadow cast by her disguise.

    The Ambassador, though, wouldn't relent, a rune lighting up on his hand firmly wrapped around her throat, golden hues illuminating her face briefly before, in a surge of crackling light, arcs of electricity traveled across not just the Rune Mage's limb, but also her body. Her muscles contracted, a muffled cry of pain, and quite literally, shock ringing out from her before finally, the cascade of energy subsided, leaving her lifeless, strings of smoke rising from her singed form. Johann remained like this for a second before tossing the body aside, she, too, slamming into the ground with a heavy thud.

    Instantly, the Ambassador's attention would shift on the young man on the ground, his expression shifting from harsh, stern to something softer and, apparently, concerned, Johann extending his hand in case the other needed help getting up. "Ezekiel! Are you alright?", he asked, worried. "Hold still, this might hurt a little". The Ambassador would try to place his hand on the young man's shoulder, and in case he made contact, would activate another spell. The air around the two would grow noticeably colder for a few seconds, the faint outline of a black halo appearing over the injured Soldier's head, his wounds, however, closing up, any damage he had sustained seemingly being reversed in a manner of moments.

    At least for a minute, it would seem like the two had finally found some time to breathe. Still, the ever-ominous and mysterious Watchman was still out there, somewhere, watching them. "Keep your guard up", Johann spoke, a comment that was, of course, somewhat unnecessary. It was obvious that the danger was not yet over. "Do you see anything?".



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