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    Xavier Clarent
    Xavier Clarent

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    Post by Xavier Clarent 17th December 2022, 5:54 pm


    Trevor Winters

    H Rank
    Confidence Int.
    Reinford

    Unsteady the Foundation

    Xavier wasn’t sure how he felt about taking up any kind of leadership role again. When he had been the God-King of Rhaegar, things had been… complicated, at best. Despite the near century he ruled over the planet, it hadn’t really made any kind of advancement towards peace. He’d thought he’d established peace, of course; he was on the top and the people that had been under the former rulers had taken power and control. But all he had done was replace one tyrant with another. He was, at least, self-aware enough to realize that. Now that he was on Earthland, he’d been given a second chance to make something of his life. He’d spent the majority of the year he was on the planet just learning how to survive and thrive. It hadn’t been easy but as a man that started out poor, he knew what it was like to survive against the odds.

    He had been starting to make a name for himself too. He’d saved up a decent amount of jewel and was beginning to attract the attention of representatives. His music was fresh and exciting and he was getting rave reviews. Unfortunately Xavier -- or rather Trevor Winters, as went by -- didn’t have the wherewithal to know who was or wasn’t legitimate. And he was talked into handing over what he had saved to a nasty, corrupt individual who claimed to be on the up and up with the musical industry. Of course nothing ever came of it; the man took the jewel and then cut off all communications. It wasn’t until Xavier began to ask around that he learned that he’d been scammed by a rather rich man who owned his own recording studio. And he wasn’t the first; it seemed a wide variety of unknown artists had been approached by different individuals, promising them riches and fame and taking their savings without recompense.

    The rich and powerful keeping the little man down. Yeah, he knew a little about that.

    Most of the others that had been scammed had given up fighting their misfortune and tried to move on. Actually taking time to do his research this time, Xavier began to suspect that the individuals weren’t working by themselves but were part of a collective of powerful men and women. They wanted to keep the status quo and stomped out any that could take away attention or jewel. They also only seemed to promote artists that they ‘discovered’. And that was just one portion of the world; all over Ishgar, there were companies, corporations and rulers that kept their heels square on the necks of the ones that had helped elevate them.

    It was disheartening to learn that corruption wasn’t just a side effect of his own world. It was universal, multi-dimensional even. And no one was trying to bring down the people doing the wrongs, at least not in a way that worked. Sure, Fiore’s Rune Knights tried to target illegal activities but they couldn’t do shit against things like this because it was legal to a point. It was just morally wrong and the people on top couldn’t be toppled by Knights arresting them. They would find a way to use the legal system to get out of it. No, they needed to be taught a lesson about their hubris and brought down without even being aware of their own swindling -- just deserts.

    It couldn’t be an outright rebellion either. Not only would that be squashed and ignored, Xavier wasn’t looking to start a revolution again. It had been too big, too much for his younger self. Tying in the death of his father and he’d become unstable. No, something smaller; a group of people that could use their cunning and wit to earn trust and get into places and to people that would usually be impossible to reach. A band of thieves, just like he’d heard about when he was younger. Even on Rhaegar, there had been tales of rogues that came together to rob the wealthy and take their power and influence.

    Now that was something he could get behind. Once more the alien Xavier was forced to use his limited circle of connections to learn how he could assemble people. The good news was that the poor were very attuned on how to get information around to those that were less than savory. Promising a few favors, Xavier was able to send out several different notices -- promotional material that was written in such a way that people that understood the lingo could interpret it. He also asked that word be passed around, a message asking for help and wanting to recruit being forwarded via word of mouth. He’d set a meeting place and a time, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn’t be the lone attendee.

    Reinford was a very busy place, a city of industry and trade. But as it had advanced and grown, several places had run down and become desolate. One such place was a former administration building to a trading company long forgotten. Left to fall apart and home to only squatters over the years, it went largely unnoticed by the rest of the city. It provided a perfect headquarters for a group of up and comers to meet and plan their heists. It was certainly far from glorious but hopefully, should they succeed, their profits would help them renovate. And with the perfect cover in place to allow them to connect to the wide world, they had a good chance of turning the favor towards them.

    Xavier would be waiting in the former reception area of the building. It was in a sorry state, most of the molding and structure crumbling and cracked. With his hands tucked in his jeans, Xavier leaned against the wall of the former attendant area, watching the main doorway with fixed intent.

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    Aristotle
    Aristotle

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    Post by Aristotle 27th December 2022, 1:38 am

    The top of the building had finally been able to look over the roof of the tree line before her. Why she bothered to take a shortcut had been behind her, however she wasn’t above the idea of traveling in whatever way it seemed to be that she had went along her business, shortcuts were just a normal part of her life choices. Especially when she had considered to take in the sound of nature for once and quite frankly, it was rather peaceful. Normally, if she ever decided a time that she should try to take in the sound of natural surroundings had been something much more relaxing and helped to build a bit of confidence to approach this little meeting with the grit she first thought she had.

    It wasn’t much but by chance that Aristotle had separated from her mentor during one of her jobs in order to just do her own thing that she happened upon an acquaintance of hers. Well… not so much her own, but somehow her mothers dirty work seemed to rub off down to her and thankfully this man wasn’t so bad. Recognizing what she was, he tended to be a little bit of a good help when she first came to Fiore to get a grasp of the new country. So a familiar face was nice to kill some time. But he seemed to being to her attention something he’d heard from an informant of sorts that he knew. A gathering of people who would even the scales of society without a full bearing of the law. At least… that’s how she interpreted his wording to be.

    She took a little bit to think the idea over. Bringing the idea to Shirayuki as she had met back up with her. Ultimately, the choice was her own and the idea did make her think she could help people and it did wonders to boost her choice to seek this out. She took a paper given to her when she spoke to this person and the place seemed familiar, however the Minstrellan woman would surely struggle to keep up very well socially in groups. One problem of being deaf. Thankfully, her headset that doubled as a sort of listening device was how she honed what little speech and hearing abilities that she lacked.

    One thing that weighed on her mind was what she had to offer to the table. If she wanted to be of a decent enough contributor, Ari had to come up with something. It wasn’t like she was deceptive socially. She could understand Minstrel and Fiorian language by mouth and with use of her headset. Sign language though was her expertise. Knowing both languages and knowing the different niche ways other countries differed their signing was something that she knew other deaf people knew of, but the normal hearing world paid that no mind. Frankly, she would put her cards on the table and see what would come of it. She brought with her a normal travel pack of goodies; a charging brick for the headset, several sketch books and writing utensils, a couple drinks, and a few snack bars to hold her over.

    When the building came more into her sight, she was surprised to see how rundown the place was. Surely the building was condemned upon and left to ruin, but was such a desolate location necessary? Then again… this wasn’t going to be the most legal operation going forward, so some isolation was probably necessary.

    Opening the door was not very quiet at all. Maybe it was the way she opened it or perhaps just due to no upkeep. Either way, it caused her to cringe in a regretful choice to wear her headset currently. There was a lone man casually relaxed upon the wall nearby, his stare towards her as she moved her figure through the doorway to let the door shut behind her. Upon looking him as best to his own stare as she could, she shot a bit of a smile and tucked her hair behind one ear and approached him. Maybe there was a slight bit of hesitation from seeing a single stranger in a completely solitary building in a remote like location that made her feel internally defensive, however her kindness pushed her forward with ease wanting to make the best of a possibly awkward situation.

    ”Bonjour!~” She greeted him, her smile growing a bit brighter now. ”Are you here because of the free cruise as well?” There was a bit of a giggle that couldn’t be stifled much from the blonde. It was surely easy to tell of her accent without any real prior knowledge of how to pick such a thing out. ”Jokes aside, did you come because of the word spreading about?” There wasn’t much left to throw in to say —jokes or not. It’s not like they were sharing the same small overhang on a pouring rainy day.

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    Cillian duCrosse
    Cillian duCrosse

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 2nd January 2023, 8:59 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    @Xavier Clarent
    @Aristotle
     
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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 had found himself with quite a bit of free time on his hands lately. Yet another guild had been closed, leaving him an aimless vagabond once more. Abyssal Fleet had been fun, and truthfully he had rather enjoyed being a pirate, even if he hadn’t ever been much of one. He’d done his fair share of plundering, of course, but his primary role among the ship had been to cook, something he’d greatly enjoyed. But for reasons unknown to him the guild had been disbanded, and he’d once more been released out into the world to do his own thing. It wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It was a bummer, but he’d been around long enough to know that everything came to an end eventually, some things sooner than later, and chances were high that he was going to outlive just about everything in his life.

    So at the end of the day, it wasn’t too much of a bummer. He still had plenty to occupy him, especially lately. With Divine Calamity having done a forceful takeover of Lavanitir Port, Cillian had needed to sneak into the city to retrieve Laverne and escort her to safety. He didn’t necessarily have an issue with dark mages, seeing as how he was arguably one himself, but this particular guild… they were nasty. Certainly leagues more dark and destructive than any dark guild Cillian had ever been a part of, and he knew that as soon as they found Laverne they would simply kill her, finding no use for an old woman that didn’t have any magic. So as soon as he realized the city was under siege, he hauled ass to get there and pull Laverne out before she could become a victim of the violence.

    For now, they were living in an apartment in Era that he’d managed to rent out, though it was still up in the air as to how permanent of a move it was. He figured Era was at least the safest place for the woman, what with the Rune Knight presence in the city. And it helped that it was close to Dela. For now it would do, but he was keeping his eye open for other opportunities.

    In the meantime, he was keeping himself busy helping Mercury and Blade with their research into some nasty kind of necrotic alchemy that Blade’s brother had gotten into. Cillian had been a necromancer for close to four hundred years and he’d never seen anything like it before. Their progress was slow, much slower than they would have liked, but Cillian’s expertise in the field of death and decay had opened up a few doors that the other pair had been previously lacking and he was sure they would come up with some real answers soon.

    Until then he was up to his usual tricks and antics, getting into trouble whenever Dela wasn’t there to keep him in check. Currently he was visiting a town called Reinford, where he’d learned a shipping container was arriving later that day that would be smuggling some goods from Minstrel. Ever since the war had started and a number of nations had closed down their borders, getting his hands on certain quality ingredients had been harder and harder. Now that he was in the process of opening up his own restaurant, it was imperative that he find a way to do so. As such, he was hoping to talk the smugglers – former contacts from his time as a pirate – into shipping some goods to him.

    He’d arrived with plenty of time before the ship would make port, and planned on waiting around in one of the many abandoned warehouses where he’d squatted in the past on jobs, his every intention to pass the time studying the Necronomicon to see what further progress he could make for Mercury. With the book already more or less pressed to his nose, he barely watched where he was walking, letting muscle memory take him through the streets. When he reached the building in question, he absentmindedly reached for the handle, preparing to use the little trick he’d discovered a while back that easily unlatched the dilapidated door to let him inside…

    But when he gripped the doorknob and prepared to move, he realized the door was already open. Blinking, Cillian finally glanced away from the book and at the door, pulling it open a couple inches. “Huh.” Oh well. With a mental shrug he pulled it all the way, his attention already returning to the book as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, walking halfway into the room before he realized he was not alone. Looking very much like a child who’d just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Cillian stared at the two individuals within: One a handsome looking man with dark skin and baggy street clothing, and the other a young woman with fair skin and hair that was a mixture of blonde and pink.

    Standing dumbly for a moment, Cillian started looking around in confusion. Had he gone to the wrong building by mistake? He still held the book in his hand, the oddly tome rather unremarkable at a first glance – though a second might reveal that not only was there no title displayed on the front, but the cover appeared to be crafted from flesh with bones along the spine. A quick glance around the room told him that he had indeed come to the right place, as the interior of the building was familiar, though a few things had been moved around and cleaned up.

    His crimson gaze finally returned to the other two. “I, uh… I thought this building was still abandoned. My bad..?” Cillian sincerely hoped he wasn’t about to be yelled at for trespassing – that kind of scene would make it a lot more difficult for him to keep a low profile while he was doing his errands later.  
    I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.


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    Ryoko Covey
    Ryoko Covey

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    Post by Ryoko Covey 25th January 2023, 8:21 pm



    Ryoko Covey
    Sing for me, my dear, I'm Listening



    Magnolia. . .

    Hugo, I’m heading out.” Ryoko was standing in the foyer of the shared home that she stayed in with her friend, peering back down the hallway to see if he was awake. She had gotten dressed in semi-casual clothing, a cream-coloured shirt, with a long black and red skirt, matching hoodie, and long black socks paired with red-leather knee-length boots with white treads. Her hair was tied into twin buns that were held in place by dark red ribbons. Her prized brooch was pinned to her shirt. She tucked her hands inside of her pockets, tilting her head in confusion as she waited for a response.

    A few moments later, the familiar sound of unsteady footsteps leading down the hallway, a sleepy looking young man appeared moments later, his fluffy white hair in complete disarray. “So… you were awake, you just didn’t want to leave your room.” She commented, shaking her head. “Don’t worry me like that, please.” A crooked smile crossed Hugo’s face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well for one, you never told me you were planning on leaving for the day." he replied, shaking his head. “Maybe tell me next time? Where are you even - *yawn* - going?

    Reinford. I shouldn’t be gone longer than a day at most, provided I don’t miss my train.” Hugo nodded his head, leaning on the wall. “Gotcha, I’ll see if my little sister can’t stop by to help out.” he said drily, his smile fading slightly as a worried look crossed his face “Just stay safe, ok? I know you have your magic and all, but… I don’t want you to get hurt, and-” Ryoko walked back towards her friend, before patting him on the head, her stony expression softening a bit. “I’ll be fine. Focus on keeping out of trouble, ok? Twill isn’t good at fighting if someone breaks in.

    And so, with a wave, Ryoko bid hugo farewell, and began to quietly make her way down the street, heading out to the Train station to take the earliest train that she could to Reinford. As it was, she was probably going to be a few minutes late to the meeting.

    Even if that was the case, she still hoped to make a good impression.

    Reinford. . .

    Ryoko could honestly say that she’d never been to this city, one of the few that she hadn’t been invited to during the tragically short tour that she’d done with Hugo. He’d always gush about the various tech mecca’s (Apparently, his little sister was an aspiring Mechanic), and had told her several times over that if she actually got the opportunity to go there, she should at least try to find some kind of innovative instrument. As such, she was scanning storefronts, looking for a music shop that she could visit after she finished her business with the group that she was about to talk to.

    Her hoodie was pulled up, covering her hair, and she had a pale pink facemask on to partially hide away her identity. Even if she wasn’t a big-name composer yet, she could still get recognised if she wasn’t careful. If this didn’t pan out for her, she didn’t want to get caught up in a potentially career-ending scandal that could ruin any chance for her to achieve her dream. Therefore, precautions were taken, and she’d left Hugo at home so that he’d be unable to be tied to it. Her first priority, however was that accursed music store, she couldn’t go looking for the building without having that to look forward to.

    Finally, she spotted one, taking note of the small store amongst the many larger and more tech-oriented stores that littered the area (granted, that made more sense, considering the place was quite literally known for it), letting out a pleased hum as she marked it down in her planner. There, now she just had to make her way over to the meeting place. She quietly replaced the planner within her bag, putting her hands back within her pockets as she made her way down the street. She didn’t need to delay herself any further.

    Ryoko’s eyes scanned over the various buildings that looked less than habitable, eyes narrowing as she looked for a particular one. The Building itself was rather fancy, but derelict and appeared to have been abandoned for quite a while now. Her eyes gently scanned the door, the frown on her face darkening slightly. Maybe she really was late, how unfortunate. She carefully edged it the rest of the way open, peering inside.

    … well, if she really was late, then there wasn’t all that many people here to meet, it seemed.

    A tall, dark-skinned man dressed in tasteful street clothing lingered towards the back of the foyer, watching the small group that had gathered together. He was probably the one that had called the meeting, his position in the room seeming as though it was to give him a vantage point on anyone walking through the entrance. A logical decision, she thought idly, her eyes going over to the second person that her eyes caught.

    A young woman with long, somewhat wavy pink-tipped blonde hair, and delicate rosy eyes that seemed to be drinking in the dusty interior of the building. There wasn’t anything that really caught Ryoko’s eye just from looking at her, leading her gaze to slide over to the second man that was standing in the room. He had fluffy silver hair, and, after moving so that she could get a better look at him, his piercing red eyes seeming confused. An odd-looking book was clasped within his hands, and Ryoko found herself unconsciously backing up a bit from him.

    Something about that book was strange.

    Ryoko quietly pulled down her hood, and took off her face mask, tucking it within her pocket. “A strange collection of people, in a strange, abandoned building.” she mused, her face still carefully blank. “Am I early, or am I late?

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