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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 19:46:19 GMT -8
 Bayonne's harbor is extremely prosperous, with ships coming and going at all times of day and night. Most ships leaving are filled with grapes, wine, or fine clothing. This port is for sea ships only, the sky ship port is several miles away. Nonetheless, massive brigantines can be seen floating majestically over the harbor on their way to faraway lands. |
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 5, 2015 10:00:24 GMT -8
The guard's schooner leads the Katashiman ship (carrying Hotaru Nishida) to the very end of the docks, far away from any other ships. There, the sailors are given a stamped document proving that they've been cleared through the gates. "There you go, and have a nice day. Best of luck with your late crewmate." The guards leave, back to their posts at the checkpoint. |
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Hotaru Nishida
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Bug Disguised as a Human
Roleplay posts: 25 
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Height: 5'6"
Yellow Chitin
red eyes
Long black hair
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While being Hotaru she has disguised a lot of her features to look more human, temporarily removing her exo-skeleton so that it can seem like she has soft skin. She still has red eyes though.
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Post by Hotaru Nishida on Dec 5, 2015 15:12:25 GMT -8
The Katashiman vessel with it's zombie crew would arrive at the Harbor. The crew would continue to operate during the day, trading any goods that could be traded, the revenue would be given to Aria.
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In the dead of night, the crew would all drop dead. Their lethal wounds had been hidden by their clothes or hats/bandanas. Their brains had been replaced by grub-like bugs that had fed on their insides.The bugs would continue to feast and lay eggs in the corpses while Aria left her hiding place. She'd strut across the gangplank into this new world and look around.
She'd have to acquire a new outfit while here, since her old Katashiman garb wouldn't be fitting. Her first objective though would be to find a native to probe for information.
And so she'd leave into the night to do so...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 16:50:51 GMT -8
Aria would stumble upon a drunkard, a dock worker by the looks of it, staggering back home out of a tavern. He doesn't notice the bug-lady at first, and walks straight into her.
"Oof! Sorry miss..."
The drunk blinks in the darkness, scrutinizing Aria's face.
"Heeey...you're not a lady..."
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Hotaru Nishida
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Bug Disguised as a Human
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Height: 5'6"
Yellow Chitin
red eyes
Long black hair
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While being Hotaru she has disguised a lot of her features to look more human, temporarily removing her exo-skeleton so that it can seem like she has soft skin. She still has red eyes though.
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Post by Hotaru Nishida on Dec 5, 2015 17:19:02 GMT -8
When the man walked into her, her hands stopped him short. She kept her hands on his arms and looked into his eyes leaning in closer, tilting her head to the side so her black hair would move out of the way of her right eye. Aria glanced at him up and down and gave a lecherous look.
"Hmmm~ This one is more lady than you think." Aria comes close enough to press her breasts up against the man. He was intoxicated, she thought it would be easy to seduce him. The yellow colored woman would open her mouth and bring her lips to his for a kiss, while still holding him in place.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 17:33:16 GMT -8
"Mmmph..."
The man finds that he has made a mistake in the darkness. Clearly, this is a woman. An attractive one, too, judging by the shape of her body. Hehehe. So drunk he can't even recognize a woman when he sees one. His wife will be pissed...wait, he doesn't have a wife! So drunk he thought he had a wife...that's a new one. But enough thoughts of drunkenness. There's a fine lady in front of him who clearly doesn't care how drunk he is. Perhaps she's trying to get drunk off his breath. He allows her to kiss him, not resisting in the slightest.
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Hotaru Nishida
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Bug Disguised as a Human
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Height: 5'6"
Yellow Chitin
red eyes
Long black hair
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While being Hotaru she has disguised a lot of her features to look more human, temporarily removing her exo-skeleton so that it can seem like she has soft skin. She still has red eyes though.
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Post by Hotaru Nishida on Dec 5, 2015 18:18:03 GMT -8
Aria would passionately kiss the inebriated man and would not object to him groping her while they make out. She'd tilt her head more, their mouths would remain together after a few kisses and their tongues could then mingle. Aria brought her hand up to comb her fingers through the back of his hair and her other arm wrapped around his lower back while she brought herself closer still. Her pelvis up against his, she could feel his warm erection rising. She'd lift her leg up to wrap around him and become more enveloped with him. The man would surely slide his hand along her lifted leg. When he gets a handful of her tush she'd moan with pleasure as he gave it a squeeze.
"MMmmmnnN~NNnnn~"
They'd both savor this prolonged kiss for a minute or so getting hot and bothered. Aria would get more aggressive with the kiss until her throat made a regurgitating movement, from deep within her something large would come up and slither it's way into his mouth. The man would no doubt become alarmed when the parasite entered him but Aria would not allow him to break away from the kiss as there was more of the parasite coming. She'd writhe and grind her crotch against his member, she was getting excited off this.
The parasite was working it's way up into his brain and he'd feel great pain as it would begin probing it for information and consuming it. The parasite was completely out of Aria's mouth and she moaned more as she rubbed up against him and continued to kiss him. This would ultimately lead to his demise and was likely very confusing as he also felt pleasure erupting from his nether region. She'd continue to get her own pleasure out of him even after his life ended from the parasite devouring his brain.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 20:36:20 GMT -8
Aria's attack goes flawlessly. It's easy to prey on the drunkards, after all. He falls to the ground as Aria continues to have her fun, twitching slightly as the parasite chews on his spinal cord. Where a perfectly healthy (albeit inebriated) man stood just a few minutes before, there lies a corpse with a parasite in its head. As Aria continues to get herself off on the dead man, screams echo from the docks as the Katashiman corpses are discovered. Of course, they go unnoticed. A lot of screams go unnoticed around here.
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Hotaru Nishida
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Bug Disguised as a Human
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Height: 5'6"
Yellow Chitin
red eyes
Long black hair
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While being Hotaru she has disguised a lot of her features to look more human, temporarily removing her exo-skeleton so that it can seem like she has soft skin. She still has red eyes though.
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 19:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Hotaru Nishida on Dec 6, 2015 0:43:55 GMT -8
Aria finished up and stood. She now had some information about the land. She'd leave the corpse behind and disappear into the night.
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Silva The Skeptic
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Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23 
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 7, 2015 0:55:43 GMT -8
[Enter from Eastern Naval Checkpoint]
Silva had arrived at the Gauldin Shores without complications. He had stashed his vessel in a bush farther from harbor and covered it in leaves. He spent the night under the cover of the hull, since he had no money to spend in a night at the tavern, expecially in Gauldin.
Come morning, he hit the streets of the harbour. A pungent smell caught his attention, as he crossed the pier.
"Ugh, what is that smell..." A Katashimian ship emitted an aroma Silva recoqnised almost immediately.
"Don't tell me..." His eyes widened with panic. "Guards! GUARDS!" |
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Malcolm Fletcher
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Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 7, 2015 1:43:56 GMT -8
As Malcolm strode along the Harbourside, he heard the call. "Guards! GUARDS!" Worried for the safety of his ship, he hurried off to find the caller. In his experience, a lot of screams went unnoticed around those parts. As he arrived on the scene, puffing slightly in the crisp morning air, he breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't his ship, before saying to Silvia,
"What's happened?" With the shiny rack of medals on his chest, the enchanted blade at his side, and the crisp attire, Malcolm would no doubt look like an official of the military, regardless of which one.
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Silva The Skeptic
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Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 7, 2015 2:34:49 GMT -8
"Ah, officer. How good it is to know that there are people here to help those in need." Silva extended his hand to Malcom, with a serious look on his face.
"Silva Camomile, exterminator. It seems to me that you might need my assistance sooner than I could hope for." He motioned towards the Katashimian ship. "This vessel is infected. It needs to be burned as soon as possible. Gather all the oil you can find and smear it onto the ship. Do not let anyone get inside. If we are lucky, we might be able to isolate the contamination, so it will not spread inland."
Silva took a crossbow from his belt and readied six bolts onto it. There seemed to be a sort of a mechanism that allowed it to fire in rapid succession without reloading. "If anyone tries to leave the ship, shoot them down. They can no longer be treated, and might infect someone else."
Silva then noticed the lowered gangway and all color seemed to escape his visage. "Actually, it is better if we quarantine the entire city."
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Malcolm Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 7, 2015 18:47:20 GMT -8
"Ah, officer. How good it is to know that there are people here to help those in need." Silva extended his hand to Malcom, with a serious look on his face.
"Silva Camomile, exterminator. It seems to me that you might need my assistance sooner than I could hope for." He motioned towards the Katashimian ship. "This vessel is infected. It needs to be burned as soon as possible. Gather all the oil you can find and smear it onto the ship. Do not let anyone get inside. If we are lucky, we might be able to isolate the contamination, so it will not spread inland."
Silva took a crossbow from his belt and readied six bolts onto it. There seemed to be a sort of a mechanism that allowed it to fire in rapid succession without reloading. "If anyone tries to leave the ship, shoot them down. They can no longer be treated, and might infect someone else."
Silva then noticed the lowered gangway and all color seemed to escape his visage. "Actually, it is better if we quarantine the entire city."
Gods help us all... "I'm afraid to tell you I'm not actually a guard here." Malcolm said. "But I also must tell you, there is no hope of quarantining a city as large as Bayonné. The city, nay, the country would fly into peril. At the very least, though, I can help you hunt down this threat of yours - what is it, exactly?" |
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Silva The Skeptic
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Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 8, 2015 0:13:55 GMT -8
"Ah, officer. How good it is to know that there are people here to help those in need." Silva extended his hand to Malcom, with a serious look on his face.
"Silva Camomile, exterminator. It seems to me that you might need my assistance sooner than I could hope for." He motioned towards the Katashimian ship. "This vessel is infected. It needs to be burned as soon as possible. Gather all the oil you can find and smear it onto the ship. Do not let anyone get inside. If we are lucky, we might be able to isolate the contamination, so it will not spread inland."
Silva took a crossbow from his belt and readied six bolts onto it. There seemed to be a sort of a mechanism that allowed it to fire in rapid succession without reloading. "If anyone tries to leave the ship, shoot them down. They can no longer be treated, and might infect someone else."
Silva then noticed the lowered gangway and all color seemed to escape his visage. "Actually, it is better if we quarantine the entire city."
Gods help us all... "I'm afraid to tell you I'm not actually a guard here." Malcolm said. "But I also must tell you, there is no hope of quarantining a city as large as Bayonné. The city, nay, the country would fly into peril. At the very least, though, I can help you hunt down this threat of yours - what is it, exactly?" Silva hesitated first, but decided to trust the man. The more people knew about this, the better. He took a deep breath and lowered his weapon.
"Actually, I am not entirely sure. I doubt it is a viral infection, since those usually include several days of suffering, but if an entire ship winds up dead overnight, without warning, that can't be it.
My guess is that it's a swarm. Perhaps a hive mind. It has to be sentient to be able to plan a coordinated attack like this, which is bad news for everyone. If it still resides on the ship, we might be able to isolate it by burning it down." Silva shook his head. "No. No, that won't work, we might end up contaminating the entire coastline. We need to tow it away from these waters. Uhm... Do you hapen to own a ship? We need to get this away from port."
Silva took off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. Usually people want him to get rid of their mold. This was more stress than he usully had to deal with.
And then he saw the body.
"No... NO!"
A man clad in dock worker's outfit lay dead by the boardwalk. People didn't seem to care, It was just another body, after all. Silva immediately notice the paleness and the unnatural position as symptoms of a parasitic infection.
"So it has left the ship..." Silva felt like this was going to be a long trip...
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Malcolm Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 10, 2015 2:20:02 GMT -8
"I'm afraid to tell you I'm not actually a guard here." Malcolm said. "But I also must tell you, there is no hope of quarantining a city as large as Bayonné. The city, nay, the country would fly into peril. At the very least, though, I can help you hunt down this threat of yours - what is it, exactly?" Silva hesitated first, but decided to trust the man. The more people knew about this, the better. He took a deep breath and lowered his weapon.
"Actually, I am not entirely sure. I doubt it is a viral infection, since those usually include several days of suffering, but if an entire ship winds up dead overnight, without warning, that can't be it.
My guess is that it's a swarm. Perhaps a hive mind. It has to be sentient to be able to plan a coordinated attack like this, which is bad news for everyone. If it still resides on the ship, we might be able to isolate it by burning it down." Silva shook his head. "No. No, that won't work, we might end up contaminating the entire coastline. We need to tow it away from these waters. Uhm... Do you hapen to own a ship? We need to get this away from port."
Silva took off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. Usually people want him to get rid of their mold. This was more stress than he usully had to deal with.
And then he saw the body.
"No... NO!"
A man clad in dock worker's outfit lay dead by the boardwalk. People didn't seem to care, It was just another body, after all. Silva immediately notice the paleness and the unnatural position as symptoms of a parasitic infection.
"So it has left the ship..." Silva felt like this was going to be a long trip...
Malcolm added two to two and got four, saying, "This man. There was a parasite in his brain, no? We must exterminate it!" He drew his sword, burning in blue ghost-flame, and plunged it down into the broken man's head. If the parasite was still in there, it would no doubt be ruptured by the incredibly sharp blade and burn, kudos of the ghost flame. "This... thing is quite the threat to the city. We must find it, and crush it." Malcolm delicately avoided the subject of his having a ship - he had one, and it was one of the finest, if not the largest, ships in the Bayonné Harbour. He would not, however, use it to tow an infected ship. Anywhere. |
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Silva The Skeptic
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Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
Registered: Nov 29, 2015 6:57:36 GMT -8
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 10, 2015 11:44:32 GMT -8
Silva drew back while Malcom stinged the parasite. "Yes. I believe that should do it." Silva looked at Malcom like he just admitted to wearing panties, and shook his head. "...although, I didn't take you for a man who would play around with such pointless light shows... Never mind!”
Silva looked around for any signs of the possible queen, but found it useless. “I there were any tracks, they are quite likely to be gone by now. We… Umm… You never told me your name..? Anyway. We should ask the guards for any unusual murders In the area. We don’t have enough information to plan the extermination just yet. We do know it uses parasites to control humans, so keep an eye out for anyone who acts or speaks funny.” Silva placed his crossbow on a holster he had on his belt. “Now then, which way to the guard house?"
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Malcolm Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 11, 2015 12:41:24 GMT -8
"It was a gift," Malcolm said coldly, "and such 'pointless light shows' are the only way to kill certain creatures. It came in handy while I was travelling as a Royal Explorer. My name is Malcolm. Ex-admiral Malcolm Fletcher of the First Medanese Fleet." He pointed in the direction of the guard barracks. "That way we must go."
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Silva The Skeptic
Established
Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
Registered: Nov 29, 2015 6:57:36 GMT -8
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 13, 2015 2:26:37 GMT -8
Silva nodded. "Pleased to meet you Malcom. Now then..." As the two would head off the barracks, Silva didn't shy away from knocking over several barrels of fish, if that would make their travel easier.
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Silva would approach the barracks confidently, speaking to the guards outside/knocking on the door with haste.
"Bonjour! My name is Silva Camomile, and this is my acquintance Malcom. We are here to discuss the recent events that have ended in the murder of at least but not limited to: A drunkard. The entire crew of a Katashimian ship that ported yesterday. I believe we are dealing with an infestation of the worst kind, and the lives of everyone living in Bayonne are in peril. Now!" Silva took a deep breath. "Will you help us?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2015 21:16:27 GMT -8
The guard looks at the funny little man with the crossbows. He scratches his head.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Turning, he calls out in Gaulish for his supervisor. A slightly taller man in a fancier hat comes out.
"Hello there, sir. What do you have to say? Something about an infestation and a Katashiman crew? Explain yourself. What's going on?"
The supervisor gives Silva a skeptical look.
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Silva The Skeptic
Established
Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
Registered: Nov 29, 2015 6:57:36 GMT -8
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 15, 2015 0:23:10 GMT -8
Silva Breathes deeply and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Look. I have a reason to believe that a hive mind has infiltrated Gauldin, possibly through a Katashimian vessel. If we don't act now, it will grow too big to be stopped. See for yourself. You will find the ship and it's dead crew at the port, as well as a drunkard it consumed."
He paused to think, then continued. "Gentlemen, what is the most populous area in this land?" Silva turned to Malcom and explained. "The man we saw had his brain infected, right? We might be dealing with a sentient hive mind, capable of assimilating human knowledge. If it reaches the ceter, it will work its way outwards, to the furthest reaches of the land. A shuddering thought, but entirely possible."
Silva would give a stern look at the guards, waiting their response. "Need anymore proof?"
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