Expanse: The City Reboot (Dark Fantasy Epic) Main Thread (Open, Started)

[Evrant-Knight]

Kristina Kerrigan - District Streets Near The Main Gate - Tinsdal

Kristina examined the gentleman with a cautionary glance, her hand discreetly held a sword that was hidden amongst the folds of her cloak; in case the two presented themselves to be a threat, which considering they were Mage Hunters, and that they were in a high Mage area, seemed all the more likely. As the conversation went on, her retinue had discreetly dispersed themselves around the carriage, waiting to detain the pair, at the moment their superior gave the word; all the while remaining unseen.

"I see, you know there have been rumours going around the past couple of days, that someone attempted to assassinate a Mage connected to a crime family down in Hollow's Peak. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" Kristina asked the man, hoping to press him for information on why they were here.

 

[DragonofDecay86]

Vincent - Main Gate - Tinsdal

"Not at all, in fact I wasn't even aware such a thing had happened. If you don't mind me asking, what did happen in... Hollow's Peak was it? If what you say is true, then me and my companion will be obligated to go investigate this Rogue Hunter on our way back to Ferela." Vincent said with a frown, noticing the women still held one hand concealed under the folds of her cloak.

"As you can tell, I've sustained quite a few injuries... although these were given to me by an unruly fire mage back in Tabulath." Vincent said, indicating his bound up arm and his bandaged leg, "although I assure you my'lady that we mean to cause this district no trouble. You have my word on that, and Hunter's always remain true to their word."

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Kristina Kerrigan - District Streets Near The Main Gate - Tinsdal

"Oh very well, I just figured you two may have known something since your carriage came from that direction." Kristina said with an unimpressed sigh, saddened that she didn't get him to spill information regarding the Hollow's Peak incident; whilst S.I.N had received some reports that detailed seeing these two being involved with a crime family, even going as far as suspecting that it was them that did it, they needed to be sure.

"The word of a Hunter you say? Well, that can mean many things to different people; some aren't as trusting of you as others are, so pardon me if I don't fully trust you yet." She remarked a little bit sarcastically, but yet somewhat truthful, since S.I.N has Mages in its employ.

"Say, whilst it isn't my official duty for the people I work for to do this, but how about I offer you and your companion a tour of this district, as some interesting things have happened over the past couple of days. Perhaps whilst we walk, we could even discuss what business you have to complete here." Kristina asked with a smile on her face, whilst discreetly signalling the others to follow them, but remain at a decent distance.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

The Dean's Mansion (Bedroom) - Tinsdal

"I'm okay with it for the most part darling. Perhaps sometime in the future, we'll get to be more physical with one another. Think of it as an idea you may want to consider. I'll go see who is at the door, maybe its that pot of tea that I ordered has finally arrived." Vergil remarked with a smile, as he kissed the Vessel on the cheek, before scrambling off the bed, and making his way to the door. After adjusting his appearance ever so slightly, he opened the door.

"Ah, welcome Lorel. Come on in, we were just talking about stuff, no doubt you have a few questions of your own." He said with a calm and friendly demeanour, as he let Lorel enter the room, closing the door behind himself afterwards.

"Do take a seat by the fire friend, and tell us why you decided to drop on by." Vergil remarked as he returned to his chair from earlier.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Lucian Grey - Gates of Tinsdal - Tinsdal


A faint rumbling echoed from within the depths of that mobile wooden cage, it's very foundation shaking haphazardly atop those weathered, steel spoked wheels.

"Where did I put that...?" resounded a muffled query from within, the following sentences slowly but surely devolving into hushed curses and unintelligible grunts of frustration. Lucian, the eldest of the Hunter duo, shifted and stifled through the mountains of cushions and blankets that lined the inner abode of their humble transport, their once lavish appeal transforming into a cluttered canopy of silk and fluff.

"Aha! There you are..." Announced the grey maned hunter, his now chipper tone radiating well beyond the thin walls of lacquered mahogany.

"Hay Vincent guess what I've go-" Chimed the cheery man in the horrendous headpiece as he collapsed from the side of his vehicle, his face, once again, discovering the cold, cobblestone embrace of the sidewalk adjacent to where he had unloaded. Finding himself in a position slightly more declined than he was used to, the jolly Hunter surveyed his surroundings, finding himself confronted by his good 'friend', Vincent, and an unknown woman with light green hair.

"Cabbage head!" Lucian blurted rather loudly. However, through either some sixth sense in etiquette-mancy or perhaps the 'slightly' perturbed look on the young maidens face, Lucian quickly lifted himself off of the pavement, composed himself in a more regal persona and rephrased his introduction.

"I mean, greetings... Miss Cabbage Head"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Kristina Kerrigan - District Streets Near The Main Gate - Tinsdal

Kristina sighed in response to the comment that the second Hunter made. "Insolent fool, is he trying to get himself into trouble on purpose." She thought to herself, her face showing a thinly disguised expression of anger in regards to what had been said. After calming down for a few moments, she responded.

"Look, all I was asking your associate, whether or not you two wanted a guided tour of the district. That wasn't a cue for you to fire an insult at me, just because I have light green hair. So, I'll ask again, do you to want a tour of the district or not?" Kristina asked, her anger flaring up once more before settling again. She discreetly signalled her retinue to have weapons ready.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Lucian Grey ? Gates of Tinsdal ? Tinsdal

Lucian broke from his mockingly regimented stance and adorned a more natural one, his hand stroking his chin as if he were entranced in some deep and overtly convoluted train of thought. While he hadn't directly engaged the woman standing before him in conversation, he had been listening from the sanctuary of that cluttered box on wheels as she made idle chit chat with his companion.

?My dear, I meant no offence. I just couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between your hair and some of the local produce.? Lucian quipped, his tone friendly and light hearted but obviously not appealing to the dubious woman before him.

?However, I feel I may need to decline your generous offer, on the grounds; that you appear to take me for an idiot.? Lucian began to bow, his body lowering just enough to mask her vision for the briefest of seconds with that ridiculous hat of his, while clicking the fingers of his right in beaconing of his viscous partner, Vincent. In that tiny slot of opportunity, the elder of the hunters feinted behind the woman, his movements fluid as a dancer, and caught grip of both her hands behind her back while commanding the density in his forearms and fingers to concentrate until they were like vices. In tandem with Lucian's performance, Vincent rapidly unsheathed his blade and held the point to her throat, his face becoming stern and ferocious.

?You addressed us as Hunters as soon as we arrived, a faction all but banned in the North. You remained completely calm in the face of two people trained to slaughter those who wield nigh unlimited power and... you've been making those 'oh so subtle' passes underneath that little cloak of yours. All this tells me, you were expecting us, you're most certainly not here alone and you've got a degree of importance among these little drones you've got stalking the shadows.? Lucian pulled the green haired woman closer, bringing his lips to her ears.

?You also don't want us dead or you'd have tried to have killed us as soon as we'd exited our transport, more so when I dropped myself to the ground.? Lucian's smile almost went from ear to ear as he watched just over half a dozen men emerge from the surrounding shadows, armed with blades and bludgeon.

?So while you do wish to guide us somewhere, It's most certainly not somewhere I'd like to approach blind.?

Lucian winked at his partner, a signal to lower his blade, and uncoiled the hardened bone shackles from her wrists.

?Speak in truths. Be interesting, and we might comply peacefully.? Lucian added as he adopted a fighting stance with his hands on his weapons not yet unsheathed

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Kristina Kerrigan - District Streets Near The Main Gate - Tinsdal

Kristina felt the knife from under her chin move away, and the vice like grip on her arms release, allowing her to move with a bit more freedom; showing no fear towards them, she calmly backed away, biting back the pain she could still feel in her arms.

"I say, I've never been handled in that way in all my life. If that is the levels of depravity you will stoop to just to get something out of me, then you are sorely mistaken." She remarked, noticing one of her retinue preparing to strike down the main who had forcefully. Kristina then spoke in a clear, and authoritative voice.

"Don't even bother, it'll only encourage him to act with violence; something I am wishing to avoid." The swordsmen then lowered his blade, and backed away. She then pulled up the hood of her cloak, helping to keep the rain off her. Kristina then felt her strength and confidence return again, and spoke in a stern voice.

"And as for you Hunter. No."

 

[Korten12]

? Dean?s Mansion ? Tinsdal.

Lorel stepped in and thanked Vergil and then sat down. ?Well I came here to see how Vessel is doing and to explain some things if I need to.?

 

[Korten12]

? Dean?s Mansion ? Tinsdal.

?Oh,? Lorel stated. ?Does that mean you don?t remember what you saw?? He had somewhat expected that she would have brought it up since she was so? religious.

 

[Korten12]

? Dean?s Mansion ? Tinsdal.

Lorel shook his head.

She probably didn?t see it or at least doesn?t remember it.

?My family did own a dog. As for your mother? I don?t think so?? If I did by chance meet her it must have been quite a long time ago.?

 

[Korten12]

? Dean?s Mansion ? Tinsdal.

He did attend the magic academy in Upper District for a while so he may have seen her then. ?MM? What is that?? Lorel asked.

 

[FinalDream]

Katelyn Verneer - Dean's Estate - Tinsdal

She had walked the endless halls of the estate for an hour now peering through doors to see if she could find someone familiar. The estate was sprawling, lavish, and rather too clean for the amount of rooms Kate had found so far. She wondered how many staff the Dean employed to maintain this place? It was a fleeting thought. She had no real interest. Kate found it all rather repulsive, she hated people like the Dean, luxury and wealth never made a person better. At least not in her experience anyway.

She stopped walking and listened to the rain tapping at the window. Across the inky depths of the night sky a vicious storm was gathering. Churning cloud had swallowed the moon and exploded with a heavier downpour of rain. She liked the sound of rain, somehow it seemed almost therapeutic. Thunder roared in the wake of lightning and Kate watched peering into night at the wild streaks illuminating the sky. She wanted to go home. To slide between the covers of her bed and forget all about the troubles of the world.

She looked down at the peeling paint on the window ledge, following the cracks with her eyes, she had too much of a conscience for that. She wound fight to end. No matter the cost.

Walking away she heard the sound of voices coming from a room not too far away. Where was she anyway? She walked to the door and listened, it sounded like that girl and man from before. But there where other voices. Strange voices she did not recognize. Katelyn reached out and touched the brass door handle, freezing for a moment as she decided whether or not to enter. She had made her mind up to leave and return to the Overwatch base of operations here in the district. From there she could begin her search for her missing sister properly, with the full resources of her mothers organization. She knew Joanna, or Scarlett as they knew her, had travelled extensively with this group and she wanted to offer an invitation to them to join the search.

As lightning flashed once more behind she turned and in the corner of her eye, in the reflection of the window, saw the grinning face of someone she never expected to see. When Katelyn had turned around to face this demon she found nothing, the image of Sera had vanished into the dark. She was tired and distracted and marked it down to that. She opened the door.

 

[FinalDream]

Captain Felicia Jones - The Warfleet.

She stood on the deck of the ship alone in the late hours of the night, watching the gathering storm on the horizon and listening to the sound of the wind racing across the ocean. She tried to spot each constellation in the stars above but the storm clouds had made things difficult. As she stood in the light of a failing lamp that hung on the wall behind her Felicia's shadow was cast across the deck like a giant. The fragile light bathing her exposed skin in a pale, cold glow. She was nervous about her mission and the familiar sound of the sea always helped to calm her down.

?Captain??

A voice, sweet and innocent, cut the reflective silence that had fallen across the deck. Felicia turned her head, her hair blowing in the wind. She recognized the voice.

?What is it Marcus??

'I hear that your people have captured the sixth?'

How did he find out about that?

'They have captured the Sigil.'

The smile on the face of Marcus sickened her. Twisted with inhuman thoughts. She snorted with amusement. Where the markings of Angel wings on his back ironic?

?I assume the girl is to become the replacement for Sera??

'She was, along time ago, but not now. She chose another path.' Felicia turned away. 'Now we have another. Sera's new apprentice. But the transfer will take time, we cannot rush it, or we risk losing the Sigil altogether and we need all six, as you very well know, to open the door.'

Marcus reached out and rubbed his chin turning his attention to the storm building momentum on the horizon.

'You think Sera would have least told us to what to expect. What we might find beyond the great seal.'

Felicia looked at Marcus again. 'Why should she have?'

'Common courtesy I suppose. Although how much you could expect from a woman wearing the markings of Death is beyond me.'

'Your the opposite. You wear the markings of life. You tell me?'

He laughed. 'It does not work like that.'

'No. It never does, does it?' Felicia had had enough. They where strange people the six. The markings on their skin where obviously magic, they moved, grew and reshaped over time, it was a little unsettling to be honest and she wanted nothing more than to get rid of them and pick up this stupid girl they had captured.

 

[DragonofDecay86]

Vincent - Main Gate - Tinsdal

"So pleasant aren't we Lucian? Straight to the point as usual, although in all honesty, we do not mean any harm to Magi this night. We're looking for a man, dark black hair, bright red eyes? He has a goatee?" Vincent said, not wanting to give away to much of the man they were looking for, but also wanting to watch the woman's expression to see if she knew anything about this Virgil character.