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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Sat Sep 04, 2021 11:29 am

Looking down at the slip of paper that held only a name, Ashbrook Trust & Savings. Tossing the paper aside Bleuenn looked to the sigh with the same name as she entered the establishment. The clack of a latch and the ring of a bell signaled the hybrid's entry as she was faced with three men. “Welcome, ehh ah miss. I know I've never seen your face or somebody like you before. Now while we expect all patrons excuse my assumption as you don’t seem like the kind of person who comes here in need of our services”. Stepping forward towards the countertop ignoring the slimy words of the man on borrowed time she took note of the two large men on each side while leaning against the countertop. “Is Mr. Ashbrook in”?... Her question gave the bald overly breaded and plum man some pause as he leaned back with a smile as the act of critical thought flashed within his eyes. “Oh.. oh now I get the whole reason for the getup”. Point to the door, “Front doors for clients only you and your friends should know by now that you come in from the side”. Responding with only a smirk and a nod, Bleuenn moved back to the front door, clicking the lock closed while keeping her contact directly on the man.

Hushed remnants from the lock’s solid movement hung in the air for moments more before silence fell over the room as the two parties stared each other down. Simply smiling, Bleuenn waited, continuing to stare the man down as his eyes went from her to the gun he planned to reach for. A yell cut short broke the silence as her ice pierced the man’s skull pinning the still seated man to the floor. The two goons fared no better as their charge was cut short by the loss of fiction sending them towards the spike that sprouted out towards them. Shouting followed by the thumps of multiple sets of feet grew louder as one of the thugs reached the top. Ducking behind the counter, volleys of gunfire zipped around and into the counter trying to reach their intended target. Returning a bit of fire of her own, Bleuenn tossed out a spiked ball of ice into the air. Just as the ball’s arc began to falter to gravity it fractured sending out sharpened ice shrapnel in all directions clearing the area to allow for a safe advance.

Gunfire and screams continued to whistle and howl throughout the establishment ending in abrupt silence. Stepping over the bodies and ending the remaining that still breathed, Bleuenn opened the door to Ashbrook’s office to merely find the man himself sitting at his desk staring fearfully at the woman. Stepping toward the desk and producing a single Vyldergold placing it on the desk and sliding it towards Ashbrook. Coughing and clearing his throat he looked to Bleuenn confused and terrified as he thought on his words very carefully. “Now, Miss…”. Ashbrook opened his palm in an attempt to ask for Bleuenn’s name only to be met with silence. “... Wel.. I um.. Miss, if there has been an issue with our customer service or a lack of understanding simply producing your…” Slamming her hands down onto Ashbrook’s ice, would coil around the man’s wrists and body, rooting him to his chair. Struggling against his binding hopelessly his next words reeked of desperation. “Wait!.. WAIT! Alright no more games! Tell your boss that i’ll repay the missing money with interest”! Letting go of Ashbrools hands Bleuenn slammed the door close placing a trap within it to deal with any interruptions. Returning to Ashbrook she grabbed one of his fingers chilling it raw before slowly pulling it off the man’s hand. Unperturbed by Ashbrooks' animalist screams and gurgles of pain, Bleuenn put the final bit of pressure needed to snap the finger off. Standing the first finger of many on his desk she waited for the pain to subside. “I’m not here because you embezzled from your boss, I'm here because I want to know where you're getting the counterfeit Vyldergold from”? Seating herself on the side of the desk as Ashbrook pulled and heaved from the pain before his senses returned to him. “You fucking bitch i’m not telling you..AHHH”! Pulling on the next finger Bleuenn ended the conversation hoping that his next response would be more informative.

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Post by wes Sun Sep 05, 2021 2:49 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
He stood with airs of a man who couldn’t be bothered, smoke pouring of his cigarette, as wet heat pressed in around him. Another sweltering evening in the Lyndorian streets. Summer had struck sooner than he’d expected, and a few beads of sweat made their way under the layers that made up his usual work attire, fabric threatening to stick to his skin. Before him loomed a building like any other in the Port, lurid detailing swathed in the warm oranges of the setting sun. The familiar wooden sign of Ashbrook Trusts & Savings dangled on a rusted chain above the door. He’d been here before, once or twice, but not enough to really garner any interest. The place did nothing for him. Guys were about as fun as watching paint dry.

The redhead had only reached for the door when a bullet broke through its surface and nearly grazed his face. “Huh,” he blinked a few times, be it from surprise or confusion it wasn’t clear. From inside the beginning of what appeared to be a shoot-out could be heard, guns and screams warning off any passerby. Maybe he’d sit this one out. Sounded like the problem was taking care of itself. Besides, he found out, the door was locked.

So he casually strolled around the structure amid the chaos, taking his time to finish his smoke at the backdoor while picking the lock. With everything that was going on, he was pretty sure most of the attention would be diverted to the front. Easy pickings. Though he did momentarily wonder what might’ve caused the sudden gunfight. Wes knew Ashbrook wasn’t exactly on the most legal side of things. Hell, a lot of people weren’t when it came to the seaside town — himself included. The guy probably idioted himself into a bad deal.

Lock picked and door opened, he breezed by the empty backrooms and down a small hallway until he reached the front of the business. “Huh,” he repeated, brows raised slightly. Not the usual shoot-out, was it? Vyldermire never ceased to surprise him. Through the light from the (possibly shattered) windows and among the casted shadows lay a scene of blood and ice, bodies strewn across the floor impaled with cold shards that adorned even the walls. Wes wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand. At least the room was a little chiller.

“B-boss…?” came the choked voice of some schlub, and Wes’s hand instinctively went for one of his daggers. A straggler, it seemed like, left behind in the onset of a small massacre. The boy stood at a door to what the mob boss believed would lead to an office. His twiggy frame shook something fierce as he reached for the knob. Then—

“Dear God,” Wes wasn’t sure if he was appalled or amused. Maybe both. Like a bomb, ice exploded from the door, taking down the wood and the boy in its wake. He fell to the floor a frozen, wide-eyed statue. Pretty snazzy, honestly, though kind of over-the-top. Not that Wes disliked some extra flair.

He stepped over and around the body, head poking into the office only to see a very scared, very icy Ashbrook and “…Bleuenn?” he asked incredulously from his position at the door, his voice loud enough to be heard. The amusement he’d felt at seeing the bomb go off now doubly so as he looked to the petite ice witch going about an interrogation. A scream left Ashbrook’s mouth and he swore he heard a distinctive crack before that. Nice. His kind of interrogation.

A grin crept on his face. “Don’t mind me,” he excused himself as he stepped into the room slowly as to not set her off. While he knew of Bleu’s powers and had experienced her ability out in the field and the girl had seemed amicable enough (if not a little too serious while on the job), he knew it was better to proceed with caution despite them knowing each other. He’d rather avoid a repeat of the bakery... or worse. “Not here to kill ya or anything. Just Velvet Reign business and all that. You know how it is.”

Spoken casually with a shrug like someone who obviously knew that she obviously didn’t know but didn’t care enough to elaborate beyond that, he leaned on the wall next to the frozen doorframe. Wes tilted his head, a quizzical, amused look sewn into his brow. “So what’s your deal? Don’t reckon it’s normal for you to go around offing an entire building, is it?” Though he had a pretty good idea why she was here conversation never killed anyone. Then again, given what he just saw, maybe it could.
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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Sun Sep 05, 2021 10:24 am

Adding a second finger to the collection, Bleuenn stood the second finger next to the first while waiting for Ashbrook to stop screaming. Tapping her fingers against the hardwood desk she waited for the screams to subside in hopes that the man would be more cooperative. The screams turned to whimper than panting as sense returned to Ashbrook. “You don’t know who you're dealing with, my associate will make sure that...UGH”!!!! Pulling back a third finger Bleuenn was preparing to add a third to the stack. However, as she pulled harder her trap triggered. In mere moments the door was blasted off its hinges splintering not only itself but whoever attempted to open it. Quickly snapping a third she hopped off of the desk and readied a spell in case of another.

Slowly stepping to the door side wall a familiar voice uttered her name followed by the striking appearance of Wesley’s red hair. Responding to the address by moving her ice javelin close to Wes, hover just slightly out of reach yet close enough to quickly end the grinning baker if need be. “No I do mind, first the escort now here. You seem to be everywhere but the places a baker should”. Stepping closer to Wesley, her spell moved aligned with the man’s eye, as he told her of his peaceful intentions. “Yes I can see that, I would remain passive lest you wish to lose your depth perception”. Taking the remaining steps over to Wesley, “However you know what they say, allies today enemies tomorrow, sorry can’t take risks”. Bleuenn lightly dragged her hands along Wesley’s arms squeezing in small intervals to check for hidden weapons. While Wesley looked to have a small weak frame the truth was the opposite of that as his clothes hide the "baker's" well toned body. Moving to his ribs knocking the back of her hand against the grip of a gun in the man’s shoulder holster. “Moved up to firearms now? Last time we met you strictly used knives like the ones on your thigh and back. Might want to carry more than just one". Trailing her fingers along Wesley’s backside she’d pluck the man’s wallet revealing its contents. Thumbing through the contents of Wes’ wallet Bleuenn kept her eyes locked onto Wesley peering down only to lift a Velvet Reign membership card at eye level. Her eyes flicked between the membership and Wesley pondering on who the baker truly was. Sliding his identification and his wallet back into his pocket Bleuenn dispelled the magic.

Returning to the desk and her captive. Her ears perked up at Wesley’s comment. Taking Ashbrook's decanter, Bleuenn poured a glass for Wesley as she motioned him to sit down. Letting the rushing sound of liquid break the silence, Bleuenn kept her eyes on Wesley as the glass filled. “ Normal? If you recall I wiped out the remaining extremists after you and the others dealt with the cannons and magi. It’s not was not a first or a last, let’s just leave it at that”. The thunk of the decanter resting back in its place broke the conversation as she stepped towards Wesley, chilling his glass before handing it to him. Whether or not Wesley took the drink was of little consequence. Lifting herself back onto the edge of her desk she took hold of Ashbrook’s index finger as he had enough of a break. Snapping and categorizing Ashbrook’s fingers with little care for his response as her focus was on Wesley. “ I never did get to thank you and the others for your help as I would have died if it wasn’t for your help”. Raising her voice to speak over the screams of Ashbrook as the collection grew. “I also want to apologize for not being able to tend to you and the other’s wounds, though it seemed to work out in the end”.

Bringing the majority of her focus back onto the now sobbing Ashbrook. It was clear that the man had been completely broken. Taking hold of one of the fingers placed just in front of the stumps that remained from their departure. “What are you doing”!? Giving him no answer, Bleuenn began to reattach Ashbrook’s fingers one by one until everything was back in place. “Now we begin anew”. The color drained completely from the man’s face as his sobbing grew more intense as he struggled and pleaded with his torturer. “No please! No more I’ll tell you what you want to know just please stop”! Full on balling Ashbrook was at the point where he would give up his firstborn if it meant he would be free from the pain. “If you tell me where and how these fake Vyldergold are produced I will free you from both the pain and your capture”. Sniffling Ashbrook stared at Bleuenn as if she was Fleuve'ir herself. Looking back down to compose himself the man took many attempts before he winched, “I don’t know”. Going right back for Ashbrook’s finger the man struggled as he protested. “WAIT!… wait! I can’t tell you where, but I can tell you how to go about learning the where and how of it”. Still holding onto his finger Bleuenn let the man continue.

“Okay, so we have a collector who comes and picks up the Vigs we make off those we loaned to with the fakes. We make the exchange and continue to offer more loans at prices no others can compete with as we don’t lose anything on the initial transaction”.

When are they coming to collect”?

“Funnily enough sometime today actually, no doubt that’s why your friend is here today. I’d ask him as he seems to be more in the know than you”.

Yes I plan to”. Letting go of Ashbrook’s finger she had all she needed from him as now it’s just a matter of waiting. “Alright, okay… good so am I free to go”? Smiling at his question she nodded, “Yes”. In one fluid motion, Bleuenn brought her arm down on the man’s forehead pulling it back using the chair to break the man’s neck.

With Ashbrook Trust & Savings closed indefinitely Bleuenn rustled through the former owner's pockets taking out the keys to the vault. Continuing her search she pushed the corpse off the chair seating herself while going through the desk’s drawers. “Velvet Reign business, did not know baker’s made enough money to join the ranks of Vyldermire most wealthy. Perhaps I'm in the wrong field of work”? Rising from her search she dropped a leger onto the desk as her eyes focused on the baker. “Nice clothes, combat prowess and a member of the Velvet Reign I did not expect to meet such a person when shopping for donuts”. Flipping through the leger she looked for any information that stood out. Slamming the book closed she would stand freezing the leger while simultaneously slamming it against the edge of the desk; shattering the leger into countless shards.

With some free time for the moment, Bleuenn hopped on the edge of the desk facing the Baker. She merely looked at the only remaining person within the building. “Why are you here Wesley”? Waiting for an answer, her cold ruby stare harkened back to the oxidizing blood that congealed around the formerly open loan shark as if to tell the man before her to remain open and honest lest his blood is added to the walls.

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Post by wes Sat Feb 05, 2022 5:20 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
Well, this was a new one.

The mafioso had stared down the barrel of a gun quite a few times in, well, both his lives. But to have a floating javelin made of ice pointed in his direction was certainly a change of pace. Was it a welcome one? No, not at all. Did it bring him any urgency? Not at the moment, no. Wes figured that if the ice-witch wanted him dead he probably would’ve been dead by yesterday. A small sort of reassurance. It didn’t stop his amusement from fading into apathy at the sight, however. Bleu was suspicious of him, and he supposed he would be too given his unexpected arrival. “Whatever the lady says.” A little dismissive of him, but could you blame a guy when greeted with a less than warm welcome? No pun intended.

“Really? A pat down?” His body tensed momentarily when her icy touch cut through his clothes and chilled his skin and perked up kinda startled when her hands reached his rear. Whatever she was looking for she seemed to have found in his back pocket. His wallet, of all things useless in this world, but more specifically: his Velvet Reign card. “I’m good with what I have, thanks,” he said at her suggestion. “Though, can’t say I ain’t glad to hear you worryin’ about me. I’m touched.” His attention remained on Bleuenn as she validated his identity, brows raising into a questioning face that asked ‘really?’— like he didn’t just walk into a bloodbath.

He gave his pocket a few hearty pats once the wallet was returned. Must’ve forgotten it in my pants, he thought. Really, he had no use for the leathery, folded rectangle outside of possibly holding some pictures.

“Fine by me.” She could keep her personal life to herself. His interest hadn’t exactly been piqued for him to bother nor had the vagueness resonated in him anything. Adventurers (or so he assumed she was) came in all different colors of the moral compass— not that he wouldn’t bother her about it later on. Wes took the offered glass but didn’t take a seat, preferring to stay on his feet if anything. “Eh, forget about it. Honestly, if there’s anyone you should be grateful for is that friend of yours. The pink one; Trishna. Girl almost went ballistic back then.” And she had, but he decided to leave that out along with his involvement in stopping her.

For the majority of the interrogation he remained quiet and appreciative of the ice witch’s work. While it wasn’t too far from the standard, the ice made things a bit more interesting. Being able to reattach limbs like that— it definitely went noted for his future endeavors. Regardless, he didn’t react much to the cracks and sobbing, only when he was included in the ordeal did his head shift to the side slightly. Maybe he was a little more than glad for the final life-ending snap after hearing that.

“You say that as though I expected that nervous, blushing girl from the bakery to be like this.” The corners of his lips tilted as he spoke, a teasing look settling upon his features at her comments about his livelihood. “I think I liked her better. She was a lot cuter.” He stepped closer, noticing the key she pilfered off Ashbrook’s body, the ledger, and the unmistakable way those crimson eyes continued to bore into him from the very beginning. Bleu was vigilant of him, careful; a continuous threat which hadn’t been lost on him. Yet her stare would be met with calm and hints of amusement whenever she’d bring up anything regarding himself.

“I’ll take it as a compliment, though. Not everyday someone finds you exceptional,” he continued from his previous statement. By now he’d been leaning against the desk when she hopped and sat a foot or so next to him. The arm opposite to hers rested on the edge in a way that seemed relaxed but made for better proximity to his throwing knives. He was wary of her, and ready to react in need be. On the other hand, the drink he’d been offered remained untouched.

She asked about his business in the area. “Same reason as you, I figure. Reign’s been followin’ up on a counterfeiting operation and managed to track it down to here, so they sent one of their Lyndon boys to check it out. In this case: me.” Whether intentional or not, having chosen him possibly made their entire search a little more than easy. He’d already known where to go from the get-go. It just hadn’t been made his problem to begin with.

“The real question is… How did you end up here? As far as I know, VR doesn’t work with people outside the faction. So what gives? Someone tip you off and you decide to play hero or somethin’?” he stopped, taking the time to look over the blood and fingers with the casual interest of a passerby before turning head to look at her once more. “Well, somethin’ along the lines of hero…”
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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Tue Feb 08, 2022 7:19 am

Still riding out the remainder of the rush of adrenaline. Wes’ poor attempt at attempting to be threatening only granted a small smile from the ice witch. Resting her hand against her cheek making sure to make the taps of her ice armor very prevalent to show that nothing the man could muster would save him from becoming another addition to the former loan office and now tomb. However, even if her former and possible ally was unequipped to handle someone such as herself she did respect the sudden change in preparedness compared to their last encounter.

Removing her hand from her cheek and leaning to reach at Wes’ untouched drink plucking it away from the man before pouring out the contents for the fallen peering through the emptying glass at the baker. “You think a group solely derived from avarice would not use or exploit resources outside of itself”? As the last drop left the glass her hand let go of it adding the climatic end to the owner and the establishment. “ Also hero?.. Perhaps at first though what have the so called heroes done save for failing at quelling rabble without resorting to force”. Lifting herself off of the desk, crushing the glass underfoot. “Hero, villain, monster it matters not to me anymore as I plan to make it so a reactionary group such as the knight have nothing to react to and for that, I require the funds that your guild can supply”.

Grinding the remainder of the shards to dust, Bleuenn stepped towards the barred door unlocking it to reveal chests, a top of chests filled with gold acquired for nothing. Removing a binding of vigs from one of the chests the ice witch looked over to the broken remains of Ashbrook. “I know you preferred the cuter side of me and you very well may see it now that we are working together as it seems my professionalism is not very effective when working with others... However”, placing the coins back and the chest before flicking her fingers up causing the mildly chilled and loose neck Ashbrook to stand. “The chests are rather heavy and I cannot carry them nor would I expect you to carry the burden alone”. Snapping her fingers and pointing to the chest, Ashbrook would inhumanly twitch and contort his way over to the chests accompanied by a melody of crunches and pops as the man know formerly as Ashbrook took hold of a chest. “Might as well have them do some good at least even if redemption is lost on them”. Focusing her crimson eyes back on her now compatriot to gauge his reaction. “Before you ask, no it isn’t necromancy, it holds similar manipulation as a beginner necromancer may perform however it’s more in line with a puppet than a zombie”. Beckoning her new toy along with her finger the ice witch headed back upstairs to work on the presentation of their soon to arrive target.

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Post by wes Wed Feb 09, 2022 5:37 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
Her little smiley threat was met with nothing more than the same calm as before. Yet another warning for the man who just wanted to get the job done and get out. He got it, he did. The decorations splattered all over the wall had been testament to what she could do. Not that Mackemm hadn’t been enough proof of the fact. Wes just wasn’t easily phased by these things given his three years in Vyl. Didn’t mean he wasn’t careful, though.

Regardless, whatever high she’d achieved from all the killing must’ve been wearing off now when she yoinked the glass from his hands and brought it to her face as though watching him through makeshift lens. He responded with a veiled expression of innocence: a light smile, a curious shift of his head, and a level gaze meeting hers through the glass. Whatever she was searching for wouldn’t be so easily found.

“You really think Reign’s gonna cough up coin to someone who ain’t part of it? If so, even I’m gonna start doubtin’ its legitimacy.” Stepping away from the desk and coming to a squat next to her. “You’d have an easier time playin’ one woman army like ya said you wanted than getting cash outta those guys, y’know.” She could think whatever she wanted from Reign, but his own experiences there pointed to them not having a hand on shadier ongoings. Though it didn’t stop people like himself in taking up other endeavors of the sort outside of the faction. If they found out, though, that might be a different story. All he could figure was that some second party was involved in trying to take down Ashbrook under the guise of VR and, somehow, she got caught up in it.

He assessed the coins, opening a chest and pouring over their little gilded bodies before toying with one and dropping it back in. Either pyrite or electrum, he couldn’t be entirely too sure but either was a good guess. There were a few chests as Bleu mentioned, and he briefly wondered what she meant with not letting him carry the burden alone. “Right… and you intend to do that h—” The answer to his unfinished question came with the snap of the ice witch’s fingers.

“Ma che cazzo…?” the words were quiet, but the surprise was clear from how his brows furrowed in worry and his body twitched back a little. It wasn’t a zombie from what Bleu explained, but that still didn’t stop him from looking at Ashbrook like a devil just got erected before him. Zombies. Fucking zombies, man. Always gave him the creeps.

“Necromancy or not, I don’t think they’re gonna like seeing the popsicle over here walkin’ around,” he said, warily looking over the walking corpse and stepping aside when it came to pick up some of the chests. They didn’t seem too hard to carry around— them being mostly rectangular with no curves. So it wasn’t soon after the undead counterfeiter picked up his share did he tuck two under his arm and slung one over his shoulder. “If we’re gonna be meeting up with the collectors I’m assumin’ you have plans to deal with them too. Replace ‘em with us, no? Can’t say anyone would be too happy to see the boss man be… well, a dead man.”

Wes stopped at the office’s door, waiting on the witch. A part him couldn’t help but feel all this would’ve been a lot easier if it were just himself and, well, while he still didn’t exactly trust her, he supposed she had taken care of one issue. Even if the issue might just give rise to a couple more.
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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Thu Feb 10, 2022 12:25 am

Sucking her teeth at the man’s response, her ruby eyes fell upon Wes showing a flash of respect at the sheer physical prowess on display. However, unfortunately, her magic’s ingenuity and impressive display of manipulation was lost on his warrior blood. Moving along to the first floor with Wes and Ashbrook in toe. As they passed the mostly intact former employees on what remained of the now puppet Ashbrook. Similar creeks and cracks could be hard as a light frost covered the corpses with snow and ice forming into missing limbs revealing further snow and ice acting as muscle, tendon, and bone to better allow for the flesh golems to complete their tasks.

I don’t intend to have them be seen, they are just extra manpower”. Stopping near the entrance and pointing to the floor, Ashbrook and company would stack the chests nearby before moving to the back and collapsing with their task completed. Stepping past Wes and facing the back of the office, Bleuenn faced her hands towards the unsightly display slowly forming a wall of clear ice. “Unlike yourself, not everyone is gifted with the blessing of a warrior’s speed and strength”. As the walled form, the windowed view of the massacre before them twisted and faded into the very same backroom missing the bodies, but replaced with visions of the once living employees going about their business. “I believe that is a sufficient enough answer for you and more than enough to trick the collector for the mere moments that they will have”.

Moving on to the next task at hand the ice witch tapped the end of the spear that held one of the door guards’ breaking it off from the ground allowing her to impale the body to the wall. Looking back to Wes as the ice enveloping the man giving the appearance of a living guard standing at attention. “ You’re mostly correct we will be taking the place of the collectors, However, we will be keeping at least the most knowledgeable one alive as neither of us are aware of the how and where”. Sticking the other man to the wall, Bleuenn worked on the small touch ups such as bullet holes or anything that may have been damaged. “Other than that all that is required of you is to sit and wait”.

With the remaining damage obscured the office appeared as if the attack never happened. Clapping off the remnants of ice from her hands she moved over to Wes making a chair out of her magic to seat herself across from her collaborator. “Bored? Sorry, I am not used to working with others; one woman or by your own words playing as the one woman army”. Looking away and shrugging her shoulders playing at apathy towards the man’s words; yet if he knew more of her work he would be more than aware that she more than meets the requirements for such a title. Accolades aside, her solitary work was not by choice.

Staring off into the past, most either betrayed or took advantage of her for her mixed blood. Even when she worked alone she was given impossible tasks in the hopes she would die and perhaps make the task easier for the other party truly picked for the task. Releasing a forlorn chuckle finding amusement in how the higher ups must be furious at her still drawing breath. Looking back over to her ally her mind went back to how they just barely survived the last mission together, no doubt yet another attempt at trying to rid the thorn that was the half blooded ice witch that just won’t die.

Sliding closer to Wes, “So? You said that your guild does not work with others”? Looking up to the taller man and cornering him to make sure escape would in the very least be complicated. Though she doubted that Velvet Reign did not use others, she knew that Wes was no fool and knew more about the guild than an outsider like her. “If that is the cast that means either this is a power move within the guild as dealing with something that could affect the very thing the guild was founded on would no doubt not only boost their reputation within the guild but gain political favor. Or they are trying to remove competition and using me only to then betray me to then take over the racket”.

Shuffling through her satchel the ice witch would produce a piece of chalk. “I was told to mark the door after I left. While it holds magic within it it’s nothing interesting besides the ability to obscure the markings from those without the item or ability to detect it”. Placing the chalk down on the desk her eyes remained on Wes waiting for his input.

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Post by wes Thu Feb 10, 2022 9:23 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
“Ah, fottuti ghiaccioli infernali!” He was a little more than surprised when the corpse, whom he was standing very near to, of the young man from earlier started popping and locking into place just as Ashbrook had. He jumped away startled, a slew of very Italian wording and curses having made their way out of the redhead while Bleu explained the reanimated popsicle situation. Maybe he would’ve come off as proud when she’d mentioned his strength and speed after that but, at the moment, was too preoccupied to feel much of anything else as he listened. Not zombies, he had to remind himself—only ice. But goddamn wasn’t it almost the same thing.

“Right,” regaining some ease, Wes acknowledged her expanding on his previous remark towards her plans, making sure to follow up on setting the chests down along with the others once her creepy minions were well and done with their task. Brows curved as he took in her work. She’d fixed up the place with the type of practiced ease expected of someone with a few skeletons in their closet. Noted. It lent further stock to the witch’s earlier statements on her goals. It seemed she was under the notion that neither of them knew where to go from here and, while he could think of one other place, he purposefully kept quiet.

His expression would fall into a neutral stance when she cornered him between the boxes and desk, her play at apathy coming off smug in light of her previous attitude and his experience thus far. At her continuous prodding over Reign, Wes exhaled deeply. “My thoughts exactly.” Crossing his arms crossing over his chest in a pensive manner, he almost seemed to be studying the room as his eyes sporadically shifted around without any real focus. With how things in Lyndon Port could be, he wouldn’t be surprised if either someone just wanted to take down Ashbrook just for being imbecile, but Bleu seemed pretty on the straights as to having contacted someone from Reign.

“While Reign itself don’t hand out quests to anyone who ain’t a member, it won’t stop others from taking on their own private businesses. What they do outside of it ain’t their problem… for the most part. Seen one or two get the boot for interferin’ or messin’ up it’s rep, if they don’t report them for anything worse.” Keeping on the downlow was key to even being part of it. As long as he could keep his own life and the VR life separate there really wouldn’t be much of a problem. He knew where to stick his nose, even if that greedy side of him did feel kinda tempted sometimes…

“So it looks like this guy’s been a longstanding member for VR to not notice any particulars or he somehow infiltrated. You pick.” Levelling his gaze down at her, she’d be met with a careless shrug. “Whichever the case, the end goal was still snuffing out Ashbrook and profiting off whatever plan was set in place. Of course, you kinda made it a walk in the park,” he gestured idly to the space around them. “Guy got lucky and won the ‘time to dupe the random adventurer’ lottery, I guess.” A compliment, he supposed, though thinly veiled as possibly been another jab at her needless work. His face didn’t give any inclination towards which, but it was clear she’d left her impressions on him.

He leaned down, a hand coming to rest on his knees as he spoke. “Good you had the sense to see it. Not everyone gets conned and realizes.” In their proximity they were practically face-to-face, a bit ballsy all things considered but he was suddenly feeling a tad playful at the witch’s assessment, and flicked her forehead hard it enough that she could feel it through her armor. “Smart.”

Straightening out, his attention turned to the chalk she’d placed on the desk, grabbing it and turning it around with some curiosity. “In any case, if whoever this guy is told you to mark the door it might do some good to use another of those bombs of yours instead. If the guy does come by—and I'm assumin' he might—to check in your work, then Reign might be looking into some vacancy soon. If not,” he held out the chalk for her to keep once more, a small impish glint settling on his eye. “then what’s the world without another lackey, right? Oh, and let’s keep the sign closed. Don’t want any casualties, do we?” he warned with a slight grin. This could turn out a little more interesting than originally planned. He did like the occasional mystery.
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Thinking over Wes’ educated guesses, a veteran member would make more sense than just a random member playing a big move relying on sheer dumb luck hoping that the correct adventurer for the task would take up the offer. Just As Bleuenn dove further into thoughts and theories about the how what and the how. A sudden unknown force smacked against her head knocking her head up to face the fingers of Wes blocking her vision.

What!? What was that for”!? Rubbing the middle of her forehead the ice witch stared daggers at the obnoxious man who so rudely interrupted her thoughts by way of a physical invasion of her personal space. “Do you want a repeat of the bakery!? Can’t you see I'm trying to think”!? Clenching her teeth, Bleuenn’s attempt to disguise her embarrassment at her lack of awareness on the field with anger would only draw more attention to it. Removing her hand from her head the ice witch took in a deep breath to calm herself. “If you were trying to get me to focus they are better ways of going about it”. Softening her jaw, but not her glare, she thought back to the useful things she did remember before she was interrupted.

Opening her mouth to speak, Bleuenn quickly held back as Wes turned his attention towards the chalk. “Bombs? Why blow up someone who could hold useful information. It would be better to use a less lethal trap so that we can extract information from them just like the collectors arriving soon”. Her verbal lashing was put on the back burner as Wes seemingly enjoyed the idea of playing games and killing more people to discover the answer. Unlike herself, Wes had not been tied up in the heat of battle making his enjoyment towards causing more suffering intending or unintended more concerning, but gave a hint as to why such ominous magic covered him.

Slowly closing her mouth and clearing her throat. “I can’t disagree that one less criminal is not a net positive though this insinuation about collateral damage is unfounded as I have never hurt or harmed bystanders. I don’t kill unless I have to and I don’t kill those undeserving. Perhaps you as well as others may think my methods are cruel, but I am only one person. I do not have the luxury to play the spotless merciful hero; nor would I as those who harm and exploit others do not deserve it”.

Sliding backward, Bleuenn hopped out of the dissipating seat while moving to the wall. Placing her hand on the ice wall she made to hide the damage and the dead she looked back to Wes. “ It’s almost time they will be arriving shortly. Since you have suddenly found some work ethic I'll leave the leader of the group to you. Of course, this means you take him alive no removing “lackeys” till we have what we need and yes we will speak more of the who after”. While the last word exited her mouth, the small ice witch melded with the ice wall camouflaging herself within the wall to set up an ambush.

Not responding to any more of Wes’ words till their next targets had been dealt with, Bleuenn was once again alone with her thoughts. Watching her “ally” she knew that he was withholding information, but what concerned her more was whether or not she should let the man in front of her live. She could not ignore the good he has done, but she could feel that Wes was someone who she should be attacking rather than working with. However, she could not go on a gut feeling as his enjoyment of harming criminals is something she found herself doing and more and more often. Even if the very idea made her sick to her stomach she was aware that she had times where she had used the very same people to vent her frustration. While not enough to go on, she hoped that her intuition was wrong about Wes.

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