- Job Details:
The draconic figure was high up in the air, watching the sun slowly make its way to the horizon where it would sink away while darkness covered the land. Twilight was beginning to set in. For Akeya this was a good time, as she could feel both dark and light strongly during this period of time. However this time around it also meant that it wouldn't be much longer before her job would begin. She hoped that her companion would be here before then, as she wanted to establish lines of cooperation before chaos broke loose.
The dragoness was on a job which was only available once every fifty years. Every fifty years an unusually brilliant moon, nicknamed the Perfect Moon, would dominate the night sky. And there happened to be a bunch of werewolves living in the Haunted Village that wouldn't be able to resist their bloodlust during this night. Since the villagers themselves were so unreasonable as to refuse to take measures against this the Magic Council had to hire mages every fifty years to suppress the werewolves for as long as needed. Akeya was pretty sure that if it wasn't for the fact that it was only once every fifty years the Magic Council wouldn't have given the villagers a choice in the matter of taking precautions.
Regardless, that was why Akeya was here, flying above the beach of a place most ominously called the Graveyard Sea. She'd be teaming up with someone outside of the alliance Onyx Moon was part of, which was why she could use her true self and pretend to be guildless without issue. She didn't have much information about who she would be partnered with to help keep the werewolves from killing anyone, other than that they were from Sabertooth. She didn't have much personal experience with the guild, since in the past they'd toted themselves as paragons of virtue and justice which didn't mix well with Akeya's pragmatic and apathetic nature.
From here she could see the village a couple of miles away, the people holding a festival just like many other settlements would be doing all around the country. Their refusal to accept that there was any danger meant that they were planning to stay up for most of the night, so everyone would be nicely gathered in the open when the werewolves began to freak out and attack everything in sight. The dark-scaled assassin sighed in mild annoyance while resting her fingertips against her forehead. It was amazing how good people were at making things worse for themselves. It was almost like the fact that this already made things worse for everyone around them was just a side effect in the grand quest to die in the most stupid and wasteful manner possible.
Ever since she'd received her light half she'd noticed that she cared more than she liked. When she was pure darkness she'd been almost completely apathetic, which she thought was more effective and more logical. These days while she still couldn't be called a loving and caring person at the very least she found herself desiring a better outcome. Before the closest she came to that was a desire to complete the mission perfectly, for which the well-being of others was nothing more than a requirement to be met. As time passed she'd become better at dealing with this newfound ability to see others as more than just variables, but she still didn't care for the idea that it could interfere with her ability to be unbiased and rational. Too many people thought they were rational when their personal desires and opinions pulled them in completely irrational directions.
Her sharp gaze turned away from the village with the many lights and swept across the landscape, searching for signs of another mage approaching. As the dragon of light and dark her eyesight was extraordinary, so as long as she paid attention she should be able to see this Serilda person coming. Especially if she also kept herself sharp for any signs of magic in the area. Her wings shimmered between dark and light as they kept her aloft, after several seconds fading into the twilight background together with the rest of her body so she was almost invisible. With a frown she forced her body back into visibility, absorbing the rays of sunlight that still escaped from the edge of the sky to make her entire body glow instead. Under normal circumstances she'd be fine with turning invisible, but she'd have an easier time meeting up with the other mage if she could be spotted up in the sky and it wasn't like there were any threats around. The werewolves weren't going to be a danger until night had fallen. Until then they were just normal villagers who weren't aware that they were going to be spending a night as mindless bloodthirsty monsters.
The fact that those monsters tended to have quite the strapping figure was one of the few things Akeya approved of in this situation. She had encountered werewolves before, and while she didn't care for the drooling and barking for some reason the hybrid creatures always looked ripped. It made the dragoness wonder just how the curse came into being to begin with.
...She didn't usually put much concern into the attractiveness of the creatures she was eliminating or incapacitating. Was this the effect of the light mingling with the dark again? Why was the dark coldly logical and the light warmly emotional anyway? No wonder creatures of the light tended to discriminate without rhyme or reason. That and the huge stick up their ass.
Shaking her head she put some more effort into emanating sufficient light, from the distance the sounds of the festival mixing with the atmospheric sound of the sea. Once she sensed or spotted Serilda she'd first release a flare of light to make sure that the other mage noticed her flying in the skies, then move down towards the ground so they could meet up and discuss their battle plan.
WC: 1011
TWC: 1011/7000