Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Jan 26, 2016 22:36:23 GMT -8
"How would one test for such a thing? And why must we wait a few weeks to hunt this insect down? Why not just search for its burrow and kill it?" asks Raena. She's a simple woman when it comes to hunting her quarry -- perhaps why she became a sellsword and not a huntress.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Jan 29, 2016 21:40:13 GMT -8
Requin nods.
"Miss Fletcher raises a good point. How would we test for such an infection? And why don't you just burn its nest, as you would for a swarm of hornets? Have you any experience with this sort of infestation?"
He drums his fingers on his desk absently.
"Of course, the Katashiman ship shall be burned. The Katashimans will assume it was lost at sea. No big deal."
Ringing a bell, he summons his secretary into the office.
"Have that Katashiman ship in the docks towed out to sea and burned. Make sure the people towing it wear gloves and face masks, and that they are very careful. It may be infested with parasites."
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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 Feb 3, 2016 23:29:55 GMT -8
Silva scratches the bridge of his nose and sniffs. "The thing is, it does not nest. It migrates, till it reaches optimal conditions. Only small colonies get left behind, in my experience."
H looks somewhat embarrased. "To be completely fair, I only know of instances like this that have happened to other species, such as ants or chickens. I am can only assume our mark behaves similarly, because the symptoms are similar. Hence, I have no idea what the symptoms might be for humans. If you showed me a rooster whose mind has been consumed, now that would be a different story."
It was a pain to admit that he didn't have all the ansvers, but at this particular moment, speculating wildly might only put them at a disadvantage.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Feb 4, 2016 12:21:03 GMT -8
"...So, essentially we have no idea what this parasite is, or what its purpose is...or indeed if it is even what you speculate it is at all?" asks Raena, brow raised inquisitively as she affixes Silva with a cold icy blue stare.
"These would all appear to be shots in the dark."
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Feb 4, 2016 13:56:10 GMT -8
Requin nods.
"Hmm...I'm sorry, Mr. Silva. Miss Fletcher here is correct."
He gestures to Raena.
"I simply cannot shut down a city on suspicion of a chicken plague. That would be ridiculous."
Leaning forward, he adds:
"What qualifications do you have, anyway? How do I know you're not a raving madman?"
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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 Feb 19, 2016 5:28:12 GMT -8
"A shot in the dark is all we have, gentle(wo)men. And this is not a plaque, I can assure you. If it hits, you're going to wish it was a plaque, when the termites in your brain make you eat your family alive." Silva leaned back to see if this information bore any impact.
He continued: "If you need someone to vouch for me, I suggest contacting the local branch of The Black Tower. Those were the people who sent me here, and they should give us some insight to other incidents like this, if my memory serves." He grinned. "They have suprising amounts of influence, here and there."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:06:43 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 12:33:43 GMT -8
The streets had been mostly empty. How boring! Hardly anyone to tease or torment at all... the spirit decided it was time to poke his nose inside some places and stir up a panic. That was always fun to do! He just hoped there weren't any crossbows at the ready inside this time - those things were so pesky to dodge.
The creature padded silently to the door of a single establishment and peered at the door intently, as if to stare through the very barrier to the inside. But, of course, this was impossible. After a few moments more he came to lift a paw up and scratch at the wooden surface with his claws. After having "knocked" he flicked the cord about his neck up to catch in his jaw, leaving the mask to dangle freely. Then he willed himself into the spirit realm, leaving only the mask of his own expression within this one. This surely would be enough to confuse whomever might answer the door~!
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Apr 19, 2016 12:39:21 GMT -8
An overworked secretary comes out to investigate the scratching, and spots what appears to be a mask floating in the air.
"Eh? What's this now?"
She stares at the mask as it hovers in the air for a few moments before deciding that she doesn't get paid enough to deal with this. She heads back inside.
"Mr. Governor, there's some sort of floating mask at the door."
A moment later, Governor Requin comes out and looks down at the mask.
"Well now. I wonder if this is some sort of prank."
He reaches down to grab it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 12:45:29 GMT -8
The mask hovered for a moment longer, and then flicked about out of reach - a faint snicker on the air like the echo of a ghost. "Kekeke..." It swayed this way and that, gently teasing like a butterfly on the night air. It would dance about, moving slowly away from the door in its "play". Meanwhile the kitsune was hopping about in the separate realm to create the illusion of the mask in movement. Oh, such fun!
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Apr 19, 2016 12:51:10 GMT -8
"Hey!"
Requin misses the mask as it jerks just out of his reach. At first, it had looked like some kind of prank. Kids with fishing line, undoubtedly. Now, however, he could see that it was clearly floating in the air. Still, it is a very pretty mask, and it would be a shame for it to be lost. He lunges forward, trying to snatch it.
"What's this all about now?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 12:56:02 GMT -8
The mask would be yanked out of reach again, this time around the side of the direction he bolted forward for. It would hop, hop, hop in the direction of the door leading into the office, watching Lord Requin until it neared the building. If the poor secretary was still at the threshold, it would be staring at her with the squint painted on - seeming to have every intent to make it's way inside the building, all the while snickering as it went.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Apr 19, 2016 13:59:30 GMT -8
"Whoa there!"
Requin tumbles to the ground as the mask jumps out of his grasp. He immediately gets to his feet and smooths his coat over, glancing around to make sure nobody saw. Assured that his reputation is safe, he glances about for the mask and sees it at the door.
"Lucy! Catch that mask!"
Lucy sighs and steps aside, gesturing for the mask to go right in. She's late for a smoke break.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 14:07:52 GMT -8
The mask skips happily inside the door and into the establishment... and then, with a spin and a giggle, fades out of sight with a small shower of sparkling stardust in its wake. The specks settle on the floor like snow and then flicker out of sight.
The fox would move along in the realm to bring himself where the secretary's desk sat, and would ease the mask back into their realm, floating above her chair as if a creature wearing it was sitting in the seat. The snickering would continue as it watched the poor fools.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Apr 19, 2016 14:16:05 GMT -8
Requin runs inside, glaring at Lucy the secretary.
"Lucy! What do I pay you for?"
Lucy sighed.
"Not this, sir. Have fun."
She steps outside and closes the door, lighting a cigarette. Requin scans around the room until he sees the fox mask floating above the seat. Taking a deep breath, he walks over.
"What do you want? Are you just here to fool with me? What even are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 14:29:36 GMT -8
The mask didn't reply, save for the snicker still echoing on the air. It hovered and swayed over the chair and desk of the man's secretary for a little while, and then shifted back a bit before suddenly lunging over the desk at Requin! It was aimed straight for his face! - before it vanished and splashed him with stardust instead! Ohoho!
"Kekekekekeke..." The laughter strung out almost endlessly before finally dying off, and with the silence ushering in did the spirit make itself visible. It would appear several paces behind Requin, sitting upright with the mask dangling about its neck and thick tail swaying about easily - the leery gaze pinned on the lord. Should the man's eyes lay upon the creature, the tail would split into nine and each would begin the dance and sway as many a time before.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Apr 19, 2016 14:47:02 GMT -8
Requin jumps back, stumbling as the mask jumps at his face. He coughs and sputters as the sparkly dust sprays him in the face. It's not rainbow-colored like fairy dust, but he figures it's still unhealthy to breath in.
"Gah! What was that?"
He wipes the dust out of his eyes and gets up, jumping when he sees the fox sitting there.
"Oh! So you show yourself, finally! Who are you, and what do you want?"
Outside, Lucy the secretary peeks in through the window. She takes a long drag of her cigarette as she stares at the pretty fox sitting inside with her boss.
"That's new."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 14:56:13 GMT -8
The spirit simply stares, unblinking (though it would be difficult to tell when those thin eyes would blink) and stationary save for his swaying tails. It says not a word, but the faint sound of the snicker could be heard once more before fading to silence. It remains that way for several seconds that tick by.
Until the head suddenly snaps around, staring directly through the window to the secretary watching him - and in her mind he transfers the cackle directly, resonating in her skull loudly in a sinister manner as his eyes flash for just a moment. "Kekekeke!"
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Apr 19, 2016 15:02:44 GMT -8
"Gah!"
Lucy snaps her head away, averting her eyes, and decides it's time to go for a walk. Requin stares at the fox for a moment, then lunges at it when it looks over at Lucy. He jumps, trying to catch the fox in his arms.
"Come here, you! You're up to no good, aren't you?""
He quickly looks around, assuring himself that all the doors and windows are shut tight.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 15:17:07 GMT -8
Just as the man lunged, the fox would snicker again - never returning his gaze to the man - and vanish into a figure of stardust that exploded in his arms when contact was made. The spirit could hardly contain his laughter - it was so much fun to see the human so flustered, and spooking the human female was just icing on the cake! Within the realm of the spirits, the fox began to move, walking over towards the door that presumably led to the office of the lord. It was there, standing with his nose to the door, that he faded back into the real plane.
Standing there, the creature would turn his head to peer at Requin's form - and plant the faint chortle within the human's head. He stood there, waiting, tails flicking about.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Apr 19, 2016 15:28:48 GMT -8
Requin crashes into a bookshelf as the fox vanishes in a puff of stardust.
"Ouch! You'll not get he better of me, fox!"
He spots the fox sitting by the door, and hears the chuckle in his head.
"Whoa! What was that? Are you some kind of telepathic magic fox?"
Sighing, he sits down on Lucy's desk, shoving aside some of the papers.
"What do you want? Do you want something, or are you just causing trouble?"
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