The small ship was full of tourists mostly, and a good number of people who just wanted to unwind and enjoy the ambience of Crescent Island, with its natural beauty and lovely weather. Among the many people coming to the island for recreation, there were a number of individuals who had come to the island for business. One of such was the Ascendant Demon Slayer, Venus Rigel.
As she alighted from the ship, looking for all the world like a tourist herself, she took in the scenery, enjoying the view, although she was looking for someone. A particular fellow called Gilbert, who was the client concerning this mission. Venus was minded to believe that she had a weird taste for missions, seeing as she always seemed to end up with missions with a weird twist to them. Like this one. The whole idea was to ensure that Gilbert, who was a talented photographer trying to get noticed by one of the larger media companies, was able to complete his photoshoot successfully.
That sounded easy enough, except that it seemed that the place he had chosen for the photoshoot location seemed to have been illegally 'supervised' by a band of cultists calling themselves 'Nature's Fist'. According to Nature's Fist, some parts of Crescent Island were hallowed, and humans were not expected to be walking about there, desecrating the holy land with their sacrilegious feet. So, any human who trespassed would feel the might of Nature's Fist. It wasn't like they were particularly a threat, though; just a band of coots with too much time and too little sense. However, it seemed they had a personal hatred of Gilbert, and so things could possibly get hairy if they crossed paths. Which was why mage supervision had been required by Gilbert, to ensure that his photoshoot, which had the chance to launch him to prominence, was executed successfully.
Venus noticed a man with weird glasses and an odd hairstyle standing with two large cards in his hands. On the one was written 'Ms. Rigel', and on the other, 'Mr. Stern'. That would probably be Gilbert, or one of his associates. She walked up to him and said, "hi." He turned and studied her for a moment, then said, without returning the greeting, "You're late. Models should have already been at the make-up stand by now."
"Funny," Venus replied, "I didn't think Ms. Rigel was supposed to be engaged here as a model." The man did a double-take. "Are you-- that is-- I thought-- are you Venus Rigel?"
"In the flesh," came the reply. Now all Venus had to do was stay with the fellow who was currently embarrassing himself, as she waited for the one designated Mr. Stern to arrive. She just hoped her mission partner wouldn't have a behavior very identical with his name.
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As she alighted from the ship, looking for all the world like a tourist herself, she took in the scenery, enjoying the view, although she was looking for someone. A particular fellow called Gilbert, who was the client concerning this mission. Venus was minded to believe that she had a weird taste for missions, seeing as she always seemed to end up with missions with a weird twist to them. Like this one. The whole idea was to ensure that Gilbert, who was a talented photographer trying to get noticed by one of the larger media companies, was able to complete his photoshoot successfully.
That sounded easy enough, except that it seemed that the place he had chosen for the photoshoot location seemed to have been illegally 'supervised' by a band of cultists calling themselves 'Nature's Fist'. According to Nature's Fist, some parts of Crescent Island were hallowed, and humans were not expected to be walking about there, desecrating the holy land with their sacrilegious feet. So, any human who trespassed would feel the might of Nature's Fist. It wasn't like they were particularly a threat, though; just a band of coots with too much time and too little sense. However, it seemed they had a personal hatred of Gilbert, and so things could possibly get hairy if they crossed paths. Which was why mage supervision had been required by Gilbert, to ensure that his photoshoot, which had the chance to launch him to prominence, was executed successfully.
Venus noticed a man with weird glasses and an odd hairstyle standing with two large cards in his hands. On the one was written 'Ms. Rigel', and on the other, 'Mr. Stern'. That would probably be Gilbert, or one of his associates. She walked up to him and said, "hi." He turned and studied her for a moment, then said, without returning the greeting, "You're late. Models should have already been at the make-up stand by now."
"Funny," Venus replied, "I didn't think Ms. Rigel was supposed to be engaged here as a model." The man did a double-take. "Are you-- that is-- I thought-- are you Venus Rigel?"
"In the flesh," came the reply. Now all Venus had to do was stay with the fellow who was currently embarrassing himself, as she waited for the one designated Mr. Stern to arrive. She just hoped her mission partner wouldn't have a behavior very identical with his name.
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