Goodnight Jason [Job/Solo]

Today Famine was occupied by a more ‘exciting task’ or she’d hope it would be more than all of her recent, and notably pathetically mundane, missions… The request that had ended up in her guildhall brought her to  Hargeon, or at least the remnants of the city recovering from a disaster.  Apparently the guild master was here to catch a killer… Famine had to admit, it was an odd task, but what was she to do if some other mass criminal got to the people she wanted to hurt before she did… Especially the fairies. Either way the reward seemed hefty enough and money was something that came hard in the ice caps she called home  The moon was now at its highest, hottest point… She couldn’t been seen in the day, and so she had started her search under the blanket of night. Famine had been had been scrounging around for this killer since dawn… Famine thought, despite her streak of bad luck, that that she would of gotten herself into more action by now… instead she was left checking every odd, shady, and criminal infested crevasse.

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It wasn’t until she checked the very last place on her mind that she had spotted a peculiar figure, one which resembled the description her client entailed. Famine had descended beneath the famous Hargeon docks themselves. It was there that she found Jacob, crouched over something with his sharp butchering tools like some kind of a kid playing in the sand with there plastic toys. In this scenario, he was noting but like a butcher, considering what he knelt over was a gutted body. Famine suppressed the urge to hurl, thankful her mother hadn’t dropped her on her head this hard. This guy was quite the creep, one who had to find enjoyment of the gore, considering the hole in his victim's abdomen and the red entrails left oozing out the hole. The sight was one best left undescribed. Did Famine dare approach or speak to her target? Well yes, This was the infamous guild master of Basilisk Fang after all… She still had guts, unlike the stranger Jason had gotten too

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“You know we're not too different you and I, Jason. Were a killer's… well except I don’t loose or prod at fleshy dead bodies.” Famine purred, stepping forward as he turned his head. A sly and confident smirk met her visage, tugging up the corner of her lip. Jacob Goodnight stood up with that. The murder turned to her gingerly, his reply merely a deep grunt. Famine stared whistled with detest.“Oh, did I interrupt?." She mocked, urging him to strike first Famine didn’t particularly like trusting herself with the first move. Famine felt no trace of magic wafting out of the guys body, not even a trickle…He was no mage… and Famine who was knew she had th-

Had the upper hand---….that’s what she thought at least... had she not let her confidence get the best of her she may not have let her guard down…. Now the meat hook he tore from the corps twirled through the air at her by it’s chain. Her irises dilated, blue hues growing. It wasn’t everyday such a big body moved so quick.  Famine’s hand flew up, fingers coiling into the metal curl as it smacked roughly in her hand leaving behind a red splatter. She grimaced, soft skin stained with a previous victim's residue.

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Famine was just about to open her mouth in a witty reply when Jacob got her moving again. With a rough tug of the chain the shadow mage was lurched in his direction, her hand still gripping the hook. Famine stumbled at the tug, lost her footing and fell flat on her face.


After getting a front full of dirt, Famine dug her her nails into the dampened earth of the battle ground, digits disappearing into the mud as she straightened her elbows to raise her abdomen out of the dust . “Shadow Make” She grumbled the word between her teeth, Eyes glaring down into the terrain, a aura of black static  sparked from her lip. She raised herself onto her feet again, hoof having shifted downward to cast her bangs over her eyes. Though… through the hairs she was glaring at him, “Spikes!...” With this a barrage of black spikes unsheathed from the ground all around his feet. All five buried themselves into his vitals. One through his chest, another two through his back and one up through his jugular. There was an outwards spray of red drops, and famine raised a knuckle so to rub a dab of blood off her cheek. However, she only succeeded in smearing it farther.


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Jason was only human and he stood no chance against the critical strikes Famine had inflicted and had he not choked on his own blood he would have bled out. Her spikes retracted, leaving his form limp in the dirt.

The rest of the job had just been clean up. Famine scooted the shredded, and disfigured form Jason had previously been toying with into the lapping tides of the ocean  just beneath the docs. As for getting her reward Famine could not possible tow the body in herself. Just like she’d learned from watching Sol Famine removed  the head of the serial killer and placed it into a sack, rubbing off her hand on her thigh as if she were disgusted. Famine couldn't turn in this job directly, or at least not with her infamity. So the next day she'd taken the trip to Era with the head in concealed carry and waited for night fall once again. There she left the grungy sack with decapitated skull just outside the Rune Knight headquarters, home of the job request with a message… Lawful even to law breakers they complied: they closed Jason’s case and handed over the money to one of Famine’s subordinates she had sent over later.

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