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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Fri Feb 18, 2022 9:31 pm

Bleuenn’s ruby eyes’ stared into the metal panel held within the strange metal box that the ice witch had seen a few others enter and disappeared before she entered. Scanning the numbers and designs that covered the room she pressed the numbers 5, 1, and 4 as that was the number attached to the man she was currently seeking. Just as the buttons were depressed a thick rectangular piece of metal closed sealing her inside causing Bleuenn to panic slightly as she was now trapped in the strange device with no idea how to escape it. Adding to Bleuenn’s concern was a quick jolt of force that turned her stomach, distracting herself from escaping to now holding her stomach from emptying its contents. Once her motion sickness had subsided she could feel and hear odd metallic sounds along with an upward movement telling her that she was at least not going to be trapped in the box.

Her plans to examine and review what she knew about the elf known as Syril S’Oloren were quickly dashed by another quick stomach rattling stop. As soon as the door freed her from the self imposed torture, Bleuenn quickly escaped from the metal transport. Hunched over, using a nearby wall for support the ice witch vowed to herself to never enter such a device again as she once again fought against the threat of losing her breakfast.

Taking in a few deep breaths and fixing her new dress; she looked around her new environment. The exit around the flying boxes was larger than the rest of the area with narrow halls stretching down from either side showing small breaks where doors rest within the bland and very utilitarian hall. Examining one door after the other none of the doors held the sequence of numbers she sought. Stopping on door 414 the theme of three told Bleueenn that she had not operated the device correctly. “Instead of the box taking you directly to the room, it takes the user to the selected floor, what a downgrade from magic”. Mumbling to herself and more so lashing out at the apartment as she would have to take the elevator once again to reach Mister S’Oloren.

Pouring out of the elevator following a few small burps, Bleueen held only contempt for the boxes and did not care to understand how they function. After resting her head against the cool wall and many deep breaths later, her sickness and rage subsided. Holding onto the wall for support a bit longer, Bleuenn peeked over to one of the halls looking to one of the doors that started with a five. Breathing a sigh of relief at the confirmation that she was on the right floor, the ice witch began following the numbers to find the door of Syril S’Oloren. With every door she passed, she was surprised at how small the rooms were. Even her small home on the outskirts was larger than the rooms within the building. The sheer lack of space made Bleuenn consider spatial magic, but a quick reminder from her stomach told her that there was no magic at play within the building.

Spotting a 513 stopped Bleuenn’s advance as she looked over to the other side that held the number that she had gone through so much to find. Taking the information that the guild had gathered on Syril showed that he has not been active within the guild for quite a while. Most would presume that he died on a quest, but nothing showed within the records that he had left for any quest after his last. His age did not explain a possible retirement and it would be odd for someone who was known to be brave and competent at his job to suddenly disappear. Thinking of everything from accidental death to the man running away with a lover, Bleueen shook her head and took out the documents required to show to Mister S’Oloren.

Cleaning herself up the ice witch took a deep breath and fixed her posture before knocking on the door, “Mister S’Oloren, are you home? I have come here from the guild to question the reason for your absence and missed quotas”.

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Post by Syril Sat Apr 02, 2022 10:02 pm

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Life was almost routine for the magic-less elf that left his elf tribe and settled into Rivengate almost fifty years ago. As soon as his light blue eyes would awaken to the early morning sun, Syril exercised at home, cooked breakfast, then worked from home as an IT computer technician with a cooked lunch in between. After work and a shower, it was time to start his adventure for the day. That's when he'd scale precariously high mountain tops, then shoot range attacks and magic missiles at his enemies from the trees -  All from his very own home while playing on his handheld video game, of course. Next, it was on to the fight he had been looking forward to all day; BattleCell waits for no one!

MrGameNWatch Signed on.  

Pushing up glasses on top of his slender, pointed nose to protect his eyes from the blue light of the computer screen, Syril logged onto the game just as a symphony of energetic music began to resonate through the headset that was on his desk. His game avatar next appeared on the screen: a cute girl wielding a large wand-like weapon, capable of launching magic range spells. The former ranger always did love range attacks; they required such an artful skill of wisdom and dexterity that he admired far more than close combat. Just as he was hovering the headset over his blonde head to adjust them over his pointed ears, he heard the knocking at the door that instantly caused the elf to jolt in surprise. "Wha- Argh, Fleure'vir give me patience, who could that be?" He grumbled about not expecting any visitors as he lowered his hands, holding his headset by his lap as he tilted his head up at the ceiling with a sigh escaping the frown tugging at his lips. Taking off his glasses and setting them on the table, he turned in his seat and watched the closed door quietly with a wary raise of his eyebrows. Perhaps the person would go away if he didn't make a noise.  

“Mister S’Oloren, are you home? I have come here from the guild to question the reason for your absence and missed quotas.”

The sound of his last name being heard snapped the blue eyes of the grumpy elf widely. This stranger knew him, and the very thought of that sent a surge of apprehension through him as a flood of questions entered his mind, mostly all paranoid. This person even mentioned the guild. Did the guild routinely send people to monitor their activities? Oh, why didn't he cancel that membership sooner?! "No, no I'm not - that is, he" Syril clarified quickly and loudly with a lie that he hoped would work on the person that hopefully did not hear the first part of that sentence, "..he is not home!" If the person was searching for Syril, then it was for the best that Syril pretended that he was not the one this person was looking for.  "Actually, no one is part of a guild here!" Syril further added, a smidgeon of confidence forming a smile across his face.  Oh, Syril, you sly elf! This person would have no use for anyone now if there was no one part of the guild here!

"So..Go away!.. uh, please.." The tall, gamer elf tried to dismiss the person as nicely as possible without answering the door, then listened for any response before he'd place the headphones over his pointy ears to attune himself to the music of his game. That took care of that, he hoped.


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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Sun Apr 03, 2022 4:23 am

Knocking yet again after gaining no response, the ice witch pressed her ear to the door in hopes of learning whether or not Mister S’Oloren was home or away. Holding her breath and body still in an attempt to remove as much white noise as possible, Bleuenn listened to the door hoping to gain insight into the apartment’s current occupants. Hearing strange unnatural wurrings that were unknown to the half witch began to shift her belief to a lack of occupancy; until grumblings far too intelligible for Bleuenn to understand murmured through the door. Hearing a few more mumbles through the door a voice would clearly and loudly, but with a hint of apprehension proclaimed that the Elf known as Syril S’Oloren was not here, but not saying whether or not he was temporarily gone or no longer the owner of the domicile before her.

Looking back to the documents then back to the door to verify that she was indeed at the correct location furrowed her brow as she was not aware of anyone else living with Mister S’Oloren or if he had in fact moved on in one sense or both senses. Another response followed stating that the man behind the door was not part of the guild. A soft “Actually”? Escaped from her lips as she brought her head back. The ice witch's mind affixed on the word actually, confused as a correction to an affiliation not stated puzzled the aqua haired hybrid.

Before she could start questioning, the voice beyond the door rudely told her to go away. The rudeness aside what baffled her more was the addition of a please as the voice's choice of words contradict each other yet again.

Feeling as if she was invading the den of an ancient creature, she prepared herself before heading back into the conversation. “Sorry to disturb you Sir, but may I at least know your name if you do not wish to open the door? I am Bleuenn Bosser, a member of the adventures guild as you no doubt have already gleaned from our past exchange. If I may have a moment of your time; you stated that Mister S’Oloren was not home. Do you know when he is expected to return? Has he been away for long? Any information would be helpful as it is important that I speak with him as both I and the guild are currently unaware of his current status.” Remaining at attention towards the door, Bleuenn hoped that the voice could direct her towards the whereabouts of Mister S’Oloren as her membership counted on his attendance. Shaking her head at the selfish thoughts she refocused herself on the welbeing of Mister S'Oloren first.

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Post by Syril Mon Apr 04, 2022 3:38 am

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A frown curved down on Syril's countenance upon hearing the insistence of the person at the other side of the door that did not leave like he had hoped. A sigh escaped the grumpy elf as he placed the headset on the table and turned in his seat, resting his chin on his arms that were on top of the back of his chair. Why couldn't people leave him alone? He just wanted to play his game..  

"My name?" The blonde elf echoed the person loudly as he perked up his head and mulled on the person's proposition to give a name if he did not wish to open the door, the latter which was certainly the case. Very well, he should be able to come up with one easily. "Ah.. Yes, I have one..!" His bright blue eyes flickered around in his apartment room for anything that he could use, but his anxiety of fabricating a name that could be easy enough to remember was causing him to blank out completely on names. He could have used a name from a family member, but the elf was too kindhearted and couldn't possibly think to destroy their reputation either, even with this silly nonsense. Who knows what this person would report back to the guild? Panic began to set in his brow that furrowed as he scanned through his list of names. Of all the games he played, he couldn't even think of one really good one! "My name is..!" His brows lifted up to a pleading tilt on his concerned countenance, wishing to find a name on the list of those that were online. Oh, why must he think only in usernames now?! Syril facepalmed, the ends of his fingertips sifting through his blonde locks of hair that fell on his forehead. His expression drew to a deadpan stare of disappointment in himself. Of course, Fleure'vir knows that later on he'd come up with a plethora of names when he no longer needed one!

"Oh... fine!" Syril grumbled with a resigned sigh upon his failure of coming up with a name in a timely manner and reluctantly got up from his seat with a roll of his eyes to trudge over to the door. Since he couldn't come up with a name, he decided to comply with the person's wish to open the door. With a narrowing of his eyebrows, the 6'1 foot elf opened the door with determination set on his frown to end this visitation once and for all. "Now, listen here!" Suddenly, his light blue eyes blinked away the irritability on his face upon catching sight of the person turning out to be a petite girl; a rather cute, petite girl wearing a purple robe over a short, frilly blue skirt that fell right to her knees, which were covered by white stockings with cute little shoes at her feet. "..Miss Bosser..." The elf dragged her name out as he attempted to tear himself away from the land of speechlessness, saying that perhaps a lot more gently than intentioned. A sigh of frustration seeped from his lips as he rested the side of his head at the doorway, a grumpy pout forming on his lips for the fact that this cute girl ruined the speech he had initially planned to say. It took a lot of energy to be intimidating. Nevertheless, cute girl or not, he simply had no time for visitations, especially dealing with the adventurer's guild.

"Ahem," Syril began gently with a clearing of his throat, setting his lips to a firm line to demonstrate a resolute expression despite his softened voice. "The one you're looking for has been away from any adventures for the last 50 years. In fact, he would like the guild to know that he retired from adventuring. That's right, no more adventures for Syril S'Oloren. And.. well, yes, that's all you need to know. Sorry for the inconvenience. Really, I can't imagine how far you must've traveled, but it was sadly all in vain. Now, if you don't mind, I have something important to attend to, so...good day and a Fleure'vir Farewell to you in your travels." With that, Syril turned around with a tap of the door to let the door close behind him as he walked back to his seat.  
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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Fri Apr 08, 2022 6:31 pm

Again she was met with more silence and again she waited patiently for a response through her ever dwindling tolerance for the rather rude voice that refused to answer simple questions. While she was no stranger to hostility, facing such hostilities before visual contact was a rare thing even for the half witch. Rudeness aside, the voice’s answer to a question with another question on the simple ask of their name or even a simple identifier was as equally annoying as it was suspicious.

The follow up was just as worse thinning Bleuenn’s patience to that of a cobweb that the voice precariously balanced on with his sudden bout of amnesia. “You cannot say that you do not know your own name yet know of Syril. I’ve already given you my full name. You have nothing to fear as I won’t steal your place in the world or other nefarious acts or deals; unless your reason for the lack of an introduction is to hide from something else?” Narrowing her eyes the ice witch more or less knew that the voice did indeed belong to Mister S’Oloren, however even if she was confident in her assumption it was still just an assumption needing only a confirmation to turn it from a guess to a fact.

And a confirmation Bleuenn did receive as the voice resigned itself to its fate. Opening the door assigned a physical form to the now full man towering over her. Unlike the small half witch Syril was in casual wear perhaps even sleepwear as it was under the modest standards of Rivengate. Other than that the man appeared bog standard as far as elves went if a bit lacking in sun exposure perhaps explaining the reasoning behind him barking at her for merely wishing to know of his current state.

Suddenly and unexpectedly the yelling and irritation were cut short and replaced with a silent appraisal. Reminded of her time with Shane she held back a sigh towards the elf as her full appearance was on display, stupefying Syril just as it had Shane. Bringing a hand to her mouth, she obscured her soft pale rose lips. Replacing the inviting lips with her flawless pale skin in an attempt to return the elf to his senses. Though Bleuenn quickly realized that her magically accented skin made for a poor distraction and settled for a small cough in lieu of physical means.

Following Syril's drawn out vocalization, déjà vu fortified itself within Bleuenn’s mind. Taking drastic measures the ice witch raised the document blocking eye contact before returning the conversation towards the elf’s lack of activity. “While I am glad to see you alive and well you have repeatedly breached your contract. Not only are you in breach of contract. Your refusal to answer the guild's letters caused the guild to list you as missing; costing the guild time and resources in confirming your status. Nevertheless now that we have reestablished contact, honoring the contract and the following penalties for your selfish actions are required”.

Continuing to hold the documents between Syril and herself. Bleuenn peek over to the side of the papers upon hearing the beginnings of a rebuttal. What followed was unsurprising to the hybrid, although she did not expect such a childish response from someone who was no doubt far older than herself. The sheer ignorance on top of his rude action broke what little understanding she had for the elf. Before the door could close, Bleuenn placed her hand on the frame of the door causing a bar of ice to shoot out from the frame slamming against the wall locking it in place. Remaining outside ice would extend downwards forming cuboids along the length of the bar. Placing each page into the newly made containers, the hybrid's red eyes would glow with arcane power as they buried into Syril. Magically amplifying her vocal cords the ice witch’s voice boomed and echoed through Syril’s apartment. “Retiring? If you wanted to retire you should have contacted the guild and ended your contract then instead of allowing the cost and your debt to build up! Fifty years of inaction! Fifty years of hiding! You may not care about your guild status, but I do, and I won’t let you or those who want me gone to get the better of me!” Straightening her dress her arcane glow faded with the softening of her eyes. “Now that you are listening please prepare for the task ahead and I will make sure that you are safe and sound”.

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