Yona Hisamori had been approached by Ruvel, her guild master, for a very specific mission. With the aid of her mentor and Ruvel himself, he asked her to lead the investigative role in Bellum. Yona had always wanted to see Bellum, despite the infamous ways they treated non-magical civilians. When Ruvel explained the crisis at hand it sounded very serious indeed. A disease which was spreading quickly throughout Bellum, going after only those with magic ability, had led the leaders of Bellum to believe that the Pergrande Kingdom was at fault. War was on the brink between the non-magical and magical extremists and still, the disease spread claiming lives. From what Yona gleaned through listening stoically to Ruvel, nobody had yet died directly from the illness, but the effects were so extreme many would have rathered death.
Yona knew she was asked for her knowledge, between the research she had done on her own with her plants and her father's journals and the hours of long studies with Sol, Yona had become quite adept in poisons and disease, and more importantly the ways to counter them. The green haired plant mage hadn't any real choice but to agree, knowing that this was the chance to prove that she wasn't just a powerful mage, but that she was deserving of higher rank and respect amongst the guild members. Or at least, that was what she was hoping for. It didn't escape her either that this problem was highly dangerous, something Yona could not ignore with her own curious nature. Just what was this unnamed disease? Where had it come from? And could she really prevent a full on war?
The questions plagued her mind as she tried to figure it out, packing up clothing, her notes and journals, and a crisp blank journal which she could use. She slid in a few experimental vials and containers, as well as a small pouch of a variety of plant-based ingredients. She dressed professionally and comfortably for travel, wanting to look like a real mage deserving of what she so greatly desired: not just rank and respect, but the trust that she was as capable as her mentor in handling difficult situations. Yona pinned back her bangs, hoisting them to the side so that she looked the part. Her dress was a collared and stiff coat-like uniform, white in color with black accents. The pleats were large and long, giving it a more professional than girlish style. She wore tall thigh-high white boots, tied along the sides with crisscrossing black strings. She wore a long black slip and stockings underneath it all, just peeking out from beneath the boots and dress. The high flared collar looked nice against her neck, just below her short green hair. Yona really tried this time to be a good representative of her guild, even more so with her travel and mission companions being the guild leader and an ace.
Once she had finished, the plant mage set out to meet Ruvel and Johann outside of the HQ. Yona went down the hall, through the large main doors, and down the massive stretch of white stairs. She had gone up and down these stairs countless times in the past year but this time it just felt different. From throwing things at pert young mage boys who had aggressively hit on her, to starting fights with strange men with anger problems, and even that time she had met Leylin, throwing a bouquet of flowers his way to try to hide that she had violently pranked the chef, Yona had herself carried around a childlike playfulness and an equally childlike lack of respect... this time walking through the entryway and out the door, she held her head high and walked with confidence. This time she had respect for the other mages around her and the place that she called home. If Johann and Ruvel were both already there, Yona would speak to them. If they were not, she would wait until they were before saying, "The first thing I would like to do is get to Bellum and talk to some of the ill mages there. The more we can find out about the circumstances, symptoms and times they occured, the better it will be for me to figure out what caused this illness." Ketsueki in her head smirked and spoke softly, "If you figure out what's doing it, do you get to name it? You should name it and get a sample. You know... for research~" Yona closed her eyes briefly in a silent internal sigh. The demon really was too much some days.
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Yona knew she was asked for her knowledge, between the research she had done on her own with her plants and her father's journals and the hours of long studies with Sol, Yona had become quite adept in poisons and disease, and more importantly the ways to counter them. The green haired plant mage hadn't any real choice but to agree, knowing that this was the chance to prove that she wasn't just a powerful mage, but that she was deserving of higher rank and respect amongst the guild members. Or at least, that was what she was hoping for. It didn't escape her either that this problem was highly dangerous, something Yona could not ignore with her own curious nature. Just what was this unnamed disease? Where had it come from? And could she really prevent a full on war?
The questions plagued her mind as she tried to figure it out, packing up clothing, her notes and journals, and a crisp blank journal which she could use. She slid in a few experimental vials and containers, as well as a small pouch of a variety of plant-based ingredients. She dressed professionally and comfortably for travel, wanting to look like a real mage deserving of what she so greatly desired: not just rank and respect, but the trust that she was as capable as her mentor in handling difficult situations. Yona pinned back her bangs, hoisting them to the side so that she looked the part. Her dress was a collared and stiff coat-like uniform, white in color with black accents. The pleats were large and long, giving it a more professional than girlish style. She wore tall thigh-high white boots, tied along the sides with crisscrossing black strings. She wore a long black slip and stockings underneath it all, just peeking out from beneath the boots and dress. The high flared collar looked nice against her neck, just below her short green hair. Yona really tried this time to be a good representative of her guild, even more so with her travel and mission companions being the guild leader and an ace.
Once she had finished, the plant mage set out to meet Ruvel and Johann outside of the HQ. Yona went down the hall, through the large main doors, and down the massive stretch of white stairs. She had gone up and down these stairs countless times in the past year but this time it just felt different. From throwing things at pert young mage boys who had aggressively hit on her, to starting fights with strange men with anger problems, and even that time she had met Leylin, throwing a bouquet of flowers his way to try to hide that she had violently pranked the chef, Yona had herself carried around a childlike playfulness and an equally childlike lack of respect... this time walking through the entryway and out the door, she held her head high and walked with confidence. This time she had respect for the other mages around her and the place that she called home. If Johann and Ruvel were both already there, Yona would speak to them. If they were not, she would wait until they were before saying, "The first thing I would like to do is get to Bellum and talk to some of the ill mages there. The more we can find out about the circumstances, symptoms and times they occured, the better it will be for me to figure out what caused this illness." Ketsueki in her head smirked and spoke softly, "If you figure out what's doing it, do you get to name it? You should name it and get a sample. You know... for research~" Yona closed her eyes briefly in a silent internal sigh. The demon really was too much some days.
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