Dangerous mines (Duke and HitokiriChibi)

[nikuvillain]

Freedom isn’t so free for me, the young women thought sitting on the vast hill filled with grass. Her hair laid calm on her back and shoulder as she looked up at the sun. She seemed at pace; in a deep thought about nothing at all. She felt the grass under her hand it was smooth and cool on the warm sunny day. Off in the distant Jezebel over looked the city. She was free from the church, but not free at the same time. She fell down in the grass resting from her long walk to this city.

“The burn still hurts a little, but at least I was finally able to leave,” she said lovely the fresh air that hit her face. She didn’t really understand how her job was to work, but she didn’t really care all that much. Jezebel slowly got up from the grass and begun to walk toward the town still looking up at the sky. She’d love to see the sky and now she was able to see more of it. She looked back towards the town and down at her shadow and could see no one was near her.

She could see a odd looking dog wait but the wall of the gate to the city she was heading to. She could tell much more because of the sun shinned in her eye. She got closer to the little dog and saw the churches mark on it’s forehead. “Oh, poor little thing and damn them,” She said hating to see that mark at all, but knowing how much it mush of hurt. She stand in front of the gate open gate patting the dog behind the wall as she to stroll off it’s back.

She had see the churches strolls before and knew they had something for her to do. She didn’t much feel like looking at and forgot that she was out in the open. The dog begun to walk off and she sat down thinking about what to do. “It’s most likely some dangerous place that has lot of demon’s and is going to destroy my plans. I hate those people!”

[HitokiriChibi]

Kyralie shivered as she hovered at the edge of the forest, cold despite the sun that beat down upon her. Before her was a town, normal in every way a town would be yet the sight of it filled her with foreboding.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with this town and nothing will happen to me if I enter it for some supplies," the Valkyrie muttered to herself, trying to work up the resolve she needed to go down. To convince herself further she glanced at the sword at her side, noting that only three blue marks marred the crystal blade.

"See, I even have seven more chances before anything will happen. I can do this," nodding, she left the safety of the forest and made her way slowly to the village.

As she entered the village she relaxed, hoping her fears had been for naught as there were few people loitering about.

As she walked towards the centre of the town she felt more at ease, for there were the usual amounts of people busy at their own tasks, not paying attention to the elaborate armour he girl wore.

When she arrived at the center square all her fears were realised.

It must have been some sort of market day for the square was crowded, people jostling each other rudely and shouting at one another, hawkers crying their wares and children running underfoot as children often will.

"Oh Gods..." Kyralie whispered, her hands tightening around her sword desperately. She was tempted to turn around and leave all this behind her but she knew she needed food to take with her on her journeys.

Steadying herself and darting looks around she took one hesitant step forward and succeeding in nearly tripping a youth who was hurring past.

"Watch it!" he yelled at her, not bothering to stay and hear the stammered apology the auburn haired girl tried to make.

Oh Gods, I don't need to deal with a crowd of people and compulsions that make me want to do bad things! she thought panicked. Deciding to throw caution to the winds she strode forward, wincing as she fought down the urge to trip people and elbow them out of her way as she moved to where the food sellers were.

For all her good intentions though, feet were trod upon and her elbows did connect with a few people, earning her annoyed glares and a steady red glow from her blade.

[Duke of Clubs]

In the same huge market, another figure strode through the crowds, though he had little intention of even glancing at the pathetic trinkets and wilted food items presented.

He also made no attempt to be polite.

"Get the hell out of the way, punk," Johnny Bones growled, ramming his shoulder into a stocky young man. The citizen turned to him, raising a heavy fist, and was treated to a full blast of the permanent grin of a skull bereft of flesh.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Johnny yelled after him as the man bolted away into the chattering crowds. "Bloody morons, all of 'em," he muttered quietly--unfortunately, he had long since given up the expression "under his breath." Death changed lots of things...even grammar. Specific wordings, of course, yielded the center stage to his skeletal appearance. With red eyes gleaming like supernovas, he wasn't surprised when people went after him, screaming "Demon!" or "Zombie!" or "Jesus Christ!"

No, Jesus was much luckier. He got to keep his skin.

Jesus wasn't a mass murderer, though.

I can quibble with myself all day, Johnny thought, snorting. No one else is smart enough.

The search for souls to save had only just begun. Ten-bloody-thousand. That was damned steep. Johnny was positive he hadn't killed over twenty-five hundred. But...you cannot argue with God. First of all, you can't even look at God without exploding, and second, a lesser being would talk to you and argue right back until you had your back to the gates of Hell and you were wishing you had payed more attention to that book by Dante...

Just begun. He had a long way to go.

Still...somebody, surely, needed saving in this rathole of a town. Johnny gave another strapping young lad a stare, and the man fainted. It was kind of fun, though. With just a look, this skeleton had grown men pissing their pants...

"Bugger it," he grumbled, and continued to shove his way through the crowd.

[nikuvillain]

She sat in the cool grass under feeling that she wasn’t going to have the pace that she wished for. Her green eyes gave a blank stare at the stroll that she held in her lap. It wasn’t that she was afraid to open it, but that she didn’t feel like the trouble. It was her choice to make and yet she felt as if there wasn’t a choice. She would have to found out what needed to be done and hope it was easy. She heard the lock snap open and it made her jump a bit.

“No. I’ll find so help before I open it,” she calmly said to her herself pulling the paper in her pocket. She stood up, walking off into the town liking for someone strong to help her on what she still thought to be dangerous mission. She glanced around all the people judging each ones battle skills. Not that she knew how to judge ones battle skill, but Jezebel didn’t wrong about that. She stroll a long with the crowd trying to find anyone that didn’t look normal.

Person by person she cast away in search for the right one. She soon reached the main market and the crowd of people made it even harder for her way in. She soon caught her eye on her armor person that she was sure could help her. She pushed pass the people desperately trying to reach this being that could help her. She finally pushed pass the people stopping the woman before she took off. Jezebel was eye to with the strange women in front of her. Jezebel had learned many things, but of not seeing many races she couldn’t place what this one was.

“Miss could you help me with something?” Jezebel asked her pulling out the stroll in her pocket. She wondered what kind of race this woman was and if she was a good person. Off somewhere in the crowd of people Jezebel didn’t notice another that caught her in his eyesight. Or many caught that she needed some help.

“I’m Jezebel and I was give this mission and I would like a little help with it. You look like you could be helpful and strong enough to handle yourself.”

OoC: Umm... HitokiriChibi I think you'd be the one to tell us what the stroll said so. If you need any help with that PM me.

[HitokiriChibi]

Kyralie blinked in surprise when she heard the polite voice talking to her, turning to look down at the young woman who had spoken.

Wincing as the still moving crowd jostled her, she heard the woman continue speaking, “I’m Jezebel and I was given this mission and I would like a little help with it. You look like you could be helpful and strong enough to handle yourself.”

Caught at the request for aid, Kyralie looked closer at the girl. Her green eyes were earnest, and she held a scroll tightly in her hands. Looking at her, Kyralie could recognise a warrior in the way she stood and held her ground, seemingly oblivious to the crowd that flowed around them, her gaze intent on Kyralie.

For a moment the Valkyrie was lost, a person she didn’t know was asking for help and she had no idea what she should do. If she was rude it could cost her a red mark… along with all the others she’d gotten from pushing through this crowd. Then it hit her. Helping this girl would no doubt clear those red marks away!

“I… well. I’m Kyralie,” she introduced herself hesitantly, “what exactly does this mission require?”

Jezebel’s eyes shifted to look at the scroll in her hands, “I haven’t opened this yet. I was hoping to find someone to help me before I read it.”

Kyralie blinked. That was bit backward to her way of thinking, but perhaps that was the way things were done here. She was still new to the world and its ways after all.

“How about we find some place out of this crowd? I can barely think with these people knocking into me…” Kyralie shifted as one of those people swerved close to her, and in her distraction with the girl before her, she didn’t realise she’d stuck a foot out and tripped the man before it was too late.

Eyes widening, she quickly grasped Jezebel’s hand and yelled a hurried, “Sorry!” to the fallen man, tugging the surprised girl along with her.

“Why did you do that?” Jezebel asked her, the red hair shading her face so Kyralie wasn’t sure how she was reacting.

The Valkyrie felt her face turn pink in embarrassment, “I… I couldn’t stop myself really. It was… a compulsion.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Jezebel held out the scroll, “Would you read it for me? I’m not quite sure I feel up to it.”

Taking it, Kyralie looked down at the odd seal before breaking it. Opening it, she looked at the elegant script and read out, “Jezebel, I need you to look into a mine for me. There is a scroll in there that we need you to get. The mine is right around where you are, just north of the city. It's a dangerous place so you might want to find help.”

Kyralie handed the scroll back, thinking on it, “I don’t know anything of this mine, and I’m not sure how well I would do in an enclosed area, but I’m still willing to help out. It sounds dangerous and they even warned you to find help.”

Jezebel nodded, placing the scroll back in her pocket, “I think I know of where they speak. There is only one mine north of here.”

Sighing, Kyralie stretched her arms out, “Well then… If you want I can quickly go over the area from above. See if there are any obstacles we’d have to face getting there,” as she spoke she unfurled her wings, the four feathered appendages framing her lithe body.

Jezebel looked at her in shock, “What manner of being are you?”

“I’m half Valkyrie,” Kyralie answered with a slight smile.