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    Mustachio'd Menace [Jerb]

    Rohma
    Rohma

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    Post by Rohma 3rd March 2017, 1:41 am

    The JERB:

    Today was ruined.

    That was what the selfish portion of Rohma’s brain couldn’t help declaring. Despite the things she’d learned about herself otherwise it was hard to not think of herself as a simple human woman. Rohma certainly wouldn’t go out into the streets and start shooting everything that moved as she held a respect for life, but the traveler would also accept the fact she wasn’t a saint either. This lack of sainthood only reared its head more on days where she’d simply planned to relax a bit while simultaneously pouring over some notes: basically a day for herself. Throw in the fact she’d returned just the other day from a bit of an excursion (she’d been gone for almost two weeks) to scope out a temple and you had someone who’d been looking forward to sleeping in that day.

    Groans filled her bedroom, the woman unwilling to join the waking world and yet some ill-willed force demanded she return. Light pierced her eyelids, dazing her further as the dark haired woman shifted in her bed and her face became buried in a plush pillow. Why had she forgotten to close the curtain? Habit normally dictate they be closed, but a mental admittance permitted a mistake in lieu of fatigue the night before. A voice broke her mental berating for the oversight.

    ”Now, now, time to rise and shine!”

    Immense loathing filled the drowsy mage, a growl rumbling into the pillow. If there ever existed someone Rohma wanted run over by a runaway carriage, a raging monster, train, or anything really it’d be him. Especially right now. For waking her. And making her thing it’d been her fault.

    ’Ass.’

    The chuckle caused one of her fists to clench around a fistful of sheets, knowing he’d glimpsed her thoughts on but a whim, and his case of schadenfreude didn’t exactly help his case. Finally enraged blue eyes peered up to glower at the smiling face of Faeral, her mind setting him on fire for daring to be so cheery right now. Briefly she contemplated chucking her pillow at him, but decided that’d be too good for the asshole who’d invaded her room.

    ”Do forgive the intrusion-” she wouldn’t ”-but I’m afraid I have a little job for you. One that simply cannot wait given it’s time sensitive nature.” From where she laid Rohma could spy a neatly folded piece of paper in his gloved hand.

    ”And why can’t someone else do it? I’m trying to sleep.” Belatedly she cringed a little, realizing how callous that sounded. First thing in the morning wasn’t her strong point though, not after just coming back from travels.

    That hardly phased Faeral though, the man now leaning against her desk with a small snort, ”Because I know what you can actually do compared to what you tell people. Because I already said you’d be one of the ones to do it. Because I can’t simply send Nightshade alone on something so dangerous such as this job.”

    This time Rohma snorted, a half smirk aimed from the general comfort of her pillow still, ”If I didn’t know you better I’d claim you might be worried about her. Cute.”

    ”Well one can never be too careful,” he dismissed her concern as he pushed off the desk and boots thumped against the wooden floor, ”you’re probably more backup than anything, but I wouldn’t expect to get out of it without doing something either. And before you ask no, I can’t go: I have things I need to do in the meanwhile. Now don’t dawdle, I can’t be responsible for anything she does if you anger her.” The paper lightly smacked her in the face, eliciting another groan as she felt him leave.

    ”Still an ass.”

    ’Love you too, sis.’

    With a mighty moan of sadness and regret at leaving the sanctity of her bed Rohma pulled open a drawer, exchanging her light sleepwear for a beat-up shirt and pair of shorts, lacing up her boots and grabbing a thin jacket. Pistol harness slapped over her shorts, Rohma grabbed the paper and it was halfway down the stairs she stopped in confusion, reading the paper a little more closely. Something…about a “mustachio’d little girl threatening to destroy Peace Village” really left one pondering if they’d actually woken up or been duped into an even stranger dream. Well details might be more forth coming once they arrived there, the woman trying to locate her only teammate since it seemed Wolfe up and left. She’d yet to really interact with the woman, but Faeral’s memories didn’t leave her very reassured on what to expect either.

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    Special Snowflake
    Special Snowflake

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    Post by Special Snowflake 3rd March 2017, 2:47 am

    "No, no, no, my luggage goes up to the fifth floor for the presidential... Look this room was very expensive, I am sure you can easily service... do you have your manager handy? Yes, I will wait."

    The impatient holder of the sweet voice stated as she tapped her designer boots upon the floor of the highest room in the small hotel. This village was quaint and this was the best rated and most expensive place she could find, and this was the service they provided? She was a little bit disappointed, work ethic was important for everyone and if they were one of her employees she would have to give them an earnest and stern talking to. While the room was nice, was it so hard to make sure that the few dozen suitcases that held her luggage arrived safely? She had traveled from abroad and wished to ensure that she was ready for any occasion, especially if a fancy party broke out or something before the big battle if said battle were to ever come.

    Come to think of it, why was it that she joined Infinity Hydra in the first place? Well, there was a real reason that she joined it in the first place but that was "another" to worry about, right now she was pondering over her current self's interest in joining up with the motley crew. besides it was out of her sense of doing justice that had laid dormant which her, which was both true and false at the same time, or perhaps it was just because she felt like it. The last seemed more reasonable all things considered, especially because of her other... conditions that she wished to have met. Regardless her moves were getting ready to be made, her mission was closing in on perfection, and her long-awaited goal would soon become a reality.

    The manager was on the phone.

    "What seems to be the problem?"

    He sounds like Mister Clean, but that guy should be... oh it's not important. Yes, my bags have yet to be delivered up to my room I do believe I have paid you quite a bit of money, please proved the same work ethic I expect of those who I employ elsewhere."

    "Sorry, the bell boy will be up in a moment, but uh, it may take a few trips."

    "It would only take one if the boy managed well enough."

    "Mam you have dozens of bags."

    "And each hand can hold about 12 if he tenses his muscles correctly, please see it to quickly."

    Hanging up she sighed as she walked towards the window, her fancy form fitting long sleeved top accentuating her perfect features as the sun shined through the window upon her lush green hair. dusting off her pleated skirt Nightshade looked down towards the village, such a rural place demanded a more plain outfit, but at the same time, she wished to make it black as to show she was of higher or more refined class. Just because she was trying to be plain didn't mean she couldn't be distinguished and yes all of this is important to the plot so stop asking.

    It was then that the lacrima rang once more, and delicately picking it up, as she was obviously a woman with a lot of class Nightshade even held her pinkie out when she answered the phone.

    "Yes? Oh, they have arrived, how wonderful, so glad they could meet me here after all, yes I shall head down immediately, thank you for letting me know."

    placing the lacrima on the table Nightshade checked herself in the mirror before opening the door and walking down the hallway towards the stairs. The bellhop trying to carry all of her luggage at once, the bags hitting the ceiling at times and the man freaking out whenever one of them jiggled. With a grin on her face, Nightshade passed hi in the hallway.

    "Keep up the good work."

    Giving him a light tap on the rump she didn't look back to see the bags all fall to the floor, she merely heard the sound and got a bit of a laugh out of it. Even while she was this way she couldn't help but take a bit of joy in watching such accidents happen, though only minor ones would have to do for now.

    Arriving in the lobby Nightshade spotted a woman who matched the description that she had read of her teammate. It was so wonderful to finally meet her in person!

    "Hello there Rhoma, it is so wonderful to finally meet you in person, but oh my your clothing is in tatters, would you like one of my designs? On me I assure you, and I also assure you all of the attention from the male demographic, haha~"

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    Rohma
    Rohma

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Player 
    Lineage : Technological Superiority
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    Posts : 225
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Xia Song (Deceased)
    Experience : 10,518.75

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    First Skill: ReQuip: Dark Orchestra
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    Post by Rohma 4th March 2017, 4:24 am

    Travel went well as can be expected, Rohma managing a small nap along the way. She’d really, really looked forward to sleeping in, but she could accept a nap in lieu of the comforts of bed. It wasn’t that much different than her usual travels though as a woman Rohma held the executive right to remain mad at Faeral for as long as she liked regardless of reason. After what he’d done to uproot her life it felt only fair even if that stood as little more than an empty balm to soothe her feelings. During the train ride she couldn’t help wishing it’d continue on and bring her somewhere else, someplace she actually wanted to be. A new discovery on the horizon, a place to uncover a new bit of history, a new artifact to find just…anything. Anything but a job assigned by him to a partner he trusted.

    Perhaps it was a mix of trepidation meeting this woman that furthered the desire to not get off once her stop was announced. A sigh fortified her ability to stand up and move towards the exit, booted feet tapping against the solid concrete platform.

    An eyebrow raised. ’Certainly a…high class lookin’ place.’ Now Rohma’s family wouldn’t be considered poor, but they hadn’t exactly made it into “rich” either, sitting relatively comfortable in “middle class.” Their house might’ve been on the smaller side – though part of that stemmed in part from an illusion caused by the many shelves of books, which always made it feel a bit cramped and yet…homey. This place though gave Rohma cause for pause given her rougher state of dress. There weren’t holes in the clothes, but there were a few nicks in her shorts and the shirt wasn’t at it’s fresh, bright stage of life anymore by far. They’d been through some harsh terrains and survived with some wear into them. Stepping foot in though she felt pretty out of place, ignoring the way a couple eyed her suspiciously or critically – probably both to be fair.

    ”May I…help you?” The receptionist appeared a bit confused as Rohma approached, though she easily detected the question of “Why are you here?” in her words.

    ”Yeah, here to see a woman by the name of…Nightshade?” Pulling the paper out Rohma read the name, a bit unsure. Was that really a name or a pseudonym? Well it was the one Faeral offered so she damn well hoped this person rented a hotel room here, though the mage wouldn’t have put it past him to send her on a wild goose chase for a laugh.

    It struck a chord though, recognition flashing across the woman’s face. Picking up the phone she double checked the logs before dialing, letting the person on the other end know that someone was currently in the lobby waiting for them before motioning for Rohma to have a seat. Uncomfortable enough though the raven haired woman opted to wait against a wall, watching the stairs. Unsure what to expect – the dingus forgot to give her a picture or physical description or…anything at all really – it’d be her “teammate” that approached her instead. The woman proved fashionable, her clothing in top-notch condition and far more appropriate compared to Rohma’s weather beaten ensemble.

    Should…should she accept? Would that mean certain death or doom?

    The green-haired woman laughed at her little joke, Rohma giving a half-smile and quick, breathy laugh in turn. It was probably going to be a bit before she got some sort of feel for the woman and even then, well, the gunner sincerely doubted she’d fully understand this woman. Too many layers existed and not a single one could she freely comment about. ”Uh…mm…sure I guess, if’n it’s free. Nothing too flashy or flimsy though, I prefer clothes built to last and not drive ya crazy. Though if it gets a few free meals from the gents I won’t complain too much.” She chuckled a bit: nothing better than getting someone else to foot a bill for you. Saved her money here and there on travels and allowed for more important purchases after all. Given that a part of her believed this lady might be playing Faeral maybe she’d find it just as amusing.

    Mini fashion shows and outfit swaps could wait though, more important matters at hand. Something about an army headed here from what she hazily recalled. ”We can get into that later though if that’s all right. I’d rather deal with this…resurrected general fellow first? Why he couldn’t just stay dead or accept life in his new form I don’t know…” Maybe she shouldn’t rag on him too much given life acted a bit differently for her too…but to Rohma’s knowledge she hadn’t caused sleep issues for someone else because of her supposed reincarnation. She wasn’t setting out to slaughter a town and setup a new base for conquering the country. ”I…don’t suppose you know more about the situation? Faeral gave me a few details, but mostly told me to come here and deal with it as your backup or something.”

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    Special Snowflake
    Special Snowflake

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    Posts : 390
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    Experience : 0

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    First Skill: Thread Magic
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    Post by Special Snowflake 13th March 2017, 2:23 am

    "Now why would I charge my teammate for some simple clothes that would just be simply horrid of me."

    With a wink and a smile Nightshades face would appear calming but at the same time, unnerving as her words hummed a most sinister tone. The statement ran a bit cold like the balance between a joke and reality. Would she actually charge someone who was on her "team" for such a service if Rhoma hadn't brought it up? Well, knowing the truth about Nightshade would mean yes, but to most, it might just seem like a harmless gesture. Nightshade was prepared to perform the clothing swap right here and now but apparently Rhoma wished to try and focus on the mission. What did it matter? The general was probably some giant facade or just some kind of prank and they would get some easy money. Nightshade was here for a vacation like no other, the village had a few nice things in it after all and the country was a good place to settle down and relax. Then Rhoma had to go and mention one little word, Faeral.

    The glorious top hat wearing man who ruled an empire, or at least was the up and comer for said empire. Oh what Nightshade wouldn't give to even meet the man, he seemed just so perfect and dapper. Clearly, he must be her's.

    "Oh, you mean the Faeral right? The up and coming business star? He is quite the charmer isn't he? Why I once saw him at a meeting and I'm afraid I was a bit too shy to approach him. Now, of course, I know the man, but you can we ever really know a person just by meeting them a few times? Really, don't you agree? I mean the two of us meeting like this, we hardly know anything about each other but here we are about tog o on a daring raid. Let us hope that the general isn't ancient or something."

    harmless observations were mixed with pointed words as Nightshade looked at Rhoma dead in the eyes, and then reeled back a bit to let out a gleeful giggle.

    "Enough of all this 'deep' talk, though, I'm afraid I tend to ramble is all. In all truth, I don't know much about the general other than they possess a mustache, perhaps a dapper one. Again I doubt the threat is real, but that is what the help have been telling me as I walked the hotel's grounds. Other than that I am in the dark, what sort of army he might have if he even has one, or what their strength is. We could always wander about and ask some of the common folk what sort of occurrences have been happening? I'm sure all of them have at least heard of some rumors."

    With a bit of sigh, Nightshade would attempt to calm herself after having to give such a lengthy exposition. Secretly she hoped that others hadn't dropped in on the conversation as she didn't know if the common folk were spies or not. If they made strange movements she would take care of them, it was just like dealing with corporate spies, well not exactly like dealing with them as she didn't have a holding cell right now beyond her room, and she didn't wish for the enemy to get so close to her designer clothing. For now all Nightshade could do was search the town for clues, hopefully before anything bad happened such as her clothes being destroyed, or the town being attacked, not that her clothes were more important than these people's lives... though they certain were worth more monetarily.

    "Say, you must know how to get around and ask for information? Would you like to take the lead Rhoma? I am afraid I am not used to speaking with those who aren't of a certain... stock? That sounds so bad, but it's more that I am awkward rather than them being lower or anything. That would simply be ridiculous."

    With a bit of a smile, Nightshade would try and gracefully point towards the door.

    "After you."




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