- Job Information:
- Job:
Detective for a Day.
Rank:
B
Player Requirements:
Minimum 1 B rank mage or a team equal to it. Minimum of 35 posts, with 350 words minimum each, roll monster dice 6 times minimum.
Job Requirements:
Return the precious items back to Miss Zoe.
Job Location:
Clover Town
Job Description:
A gang of theives had stolen some precious items form Zoe's shop. Look for the clues, find the robbers and return the stolen items to the owner.
Enemies:
Weak - Thieves using knives/guns.
Normal - D rank mages using Earth magic.
Strong - C rank mages using Fire magic.
Boss - B rank mages using Shadow magic.
Reward:
7,500 Jewels.
( YOU AND I ) WE SHARE THE SAME ( DISEASE ) COMPROMISE WHAT WE ( GRIEVE )
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Tired. Multiple beads of sweat arrayed along his forehead, distraught by the long journey and quenching thirst that itched at his depleted throat. Hands latched against the radius above his knees, barely knelt over as he endeavoured to reclaim his breath, peering up. A shop situated before his view, evidently trashed through the fractured glass window, daylight glazing the brazen sight as he casually leveled out his posture. The back of his gloveless hand engaged gingerly along his forehead, brushing away the sweat in a brief gesture, observing the sign of the meager shop once again as the tool descended back to his side. It was perhaps odd, in his perspective, that thieves would choose to seizing valuables from a worn-down pottery store, the luxury of the work simple and cheap, yet, peculiar in the way he frisked with its semblance of magical power.He knew immediately, as soon as the door-bells chimed, on why this place had been robbed of something so valuable - so important. The client was nervous, and his team-mate had already attained this destination before he himself had, a wash of unease snapping at the nape of his neck for being so consistently late. "I'm sorry I'm late.. The train, uh, got held up.." with a sheepish remark, his heed for the situation and bounded to the importance of the job, casually approaching the two. The client. No. The young woman, was a wreck. She expressed her lack of sleep by the darkness that crept beneath her eyes, and the strain in urging herself to far by the bandaids that spanned out along her hands. "Well, despite me just arriving, I do have an idea on why they stole from you Miss." a pause, extended fingers clutched onto a nearby shard of ruptured pottery, "This is made out of lacrima." with a statement, the girl took the puny piece into her hands, plainly befuddled.
"As everybody knows, lacrima is both a highly useful and dangerous crystal, especially when it gets into the wrong hands." a soft smile teased at his lips, "But, no need to fret, Miss! Ray and I here will return everything to you in no time! Just count on us!" steering to the crimson-haired youth, a hand confronted his shoulder, beaming at him in restlessness - awaiting for the agreement and not the hinder with his true intentions of putting the client at some form of ease.
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405 WORDS | @RED | FINALLY GOT SOME MUSE
TEMPLATE BY MINNIE OF GANGNAM STYLE
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