Of Mice and Mages [Private | Job | Izayuki]

Job Info:

Mice were not one of Corliss’s fears, contrary to what most people thought. Small rodents and other fuzzy animals didn't bother her the slightest. So why was she gagging now? The floor of the main room was practically covered in the squeaking vermin. They scattered at the arrival of the two mages, Black Rose’s Izayuki Hyuojin and Corliss Aelle. The white-haired girl had brought Pyrrha on this trip, as both owls and cats love mice. After all, Pyrrha was the one to suggest this job, so it was only fair that she be a part of it. Meeting a fellow Black Rose member, who was close to her own age, Corliss knew immediately that she had to spend time with the new friend, regardless of Izayuki’s opinion of her, so she asked Iza to join her on a job, despite knowing virtually nothing of the fellow mage. Turning to her partner, she gestured into the house, disgust written all over her face. “After you.”

As grossed out as Corliss was, Pyrrha was ecstatic. The pygmy gryphon wasted no time in bolting into the house and pouncing on as many of the freezing mice as she could, killing several right off the bat. In spite of the disgusting surroundings, Corliss laughed at how amused Pyrrha was, circling the room in a delighted haze, like a kid in a candy store with 100 jewels to spend. Corliss trudged in after the gryphon, unsheathing Dulcina as she did so. The mice were so slow that Corliss had no trouble stabbing through one, thankful that the floors were tile. The blood spilt in this room at least wouldn't be hard to clean up. “Izayuki, what's the plan? How do you wanna go about this?” Corliss asked, before realizing it was a little late to ask for a plan, considering many of the vermin lay dead already. Shrugging at her own mistake, Corliss stabbed yet another mouse.

Corliss nodded. “These are pretty gross mice, aren't they?”Corliss watched Pyrrha lick one of the micicles and shudder in disgust. The Pygmy gryphon scooped up a couple of the frozen creatures and took off, soaring up to the ceiling. She then let go of her cargo, dropping little mouse-shaped ice bombs on the hard tile, where they shattered, frozen chunks of mouse flying everywhere. Corliss gagged, absolutely disgusted. Some fun time with Iza, huh, Corliss thought, sighing in spite of herself, as she wound up breathing in far too much of the putrid air. Coughing and gagging once more, Corliss swung Dulcina like a golf club in a fit of rage, sending a frozen mouse flying across the room. Pyrrha raced to deflect the creature, sending it spiraling to its icy death on the tile. Amused by Pyrrha’s reaction, Corliss hit yet another one up in the air, which the gryphon immediately sent to rest with the other.

Corliss and Pyrrha's game was interrupted by Izayuki's summon, a giant tiger made of black ice. The obsidian beast began to eat the disgusting vermin, causing Pyrrha to shake her head, obviously feeling sick at the mere thought of eating the creatures. The pygmy gryhon, overcoming her previous discomfort, sniffed curiously at the much larger feline. The way the ice seemed to ripple like fur, Corliss couldn't help but be impressed with the Glacier God Slayer's power. It was unmistakably obvious that the Rose Make mage was out of her league, though that feeling didn't bother her too much. After all, all she really wanted were stories, and what's the fun in being the most powerful person in all of them? Shrugging, the white-blonde outstretched her left hand, announcing her spell a little too loudly. "Rose Make: Rapier!" She couldn't swing Dulcina with a single hand, but the rose rapier made for an excellent skewer, while the zweihander was wide enough to function as a sort of broom, pushing the frozen mice into position, creating what had to be the worst shishkabobs to ever exist. After managing to stab through half a dozen frozen mice, Corliss turned to her partner's tiger, waggling the rodents-on-a-stick. "Here kitty-kitty, here kitty..."

Rapier:

Oddly enough, the obsidian summon was playful, and charged at the white-blonde mage, who quickly yelped and dove to get out of the way, pygmy gryphon in hot pursuit. In her immediate panic of "holy cow there's an ice tiger about to make me it's chew toy", Corliss forgot that the original intention was to play matador with the rose rapier/mice-icle shishkabob, and dove with both weapons still in hand. Thankfully, Izayuki transformed the ice tiger into snow, and it splashed over the mage and gryphon, and quickly reformed itself eager to get to it's shishkabob prize. Finally realizing what the tiger wanted, Corliss threw the rapier across the room, ad took a shaky sigh of relief. As the terror and shock wore off, the rose make mage collapsed in a slightly-wet heap of laughter, pulling the still shaking Pyrrha into her arms. After a minute or two of post-nervous giggling, the cold and wet pair got up from the floor, realizing they still had a job to do. Except, as they looked around, there wasn't a single live mouse in sight. All had either been skewered, shattered, or eaten, at least to Corliss's knowlede. Turning to the more-experienced mage, Corliss gave voice to the notion. "Are we... done? I can't see any more." It felt weird to be done so fast, considering how many mice there had been starting out. She had barely said much to Iza, at least compared to Corliss's normal chatter. But, this job had been oddly fun, smelly rodents and all, and Corliss was thankful that Izayuki had come along with her.