The twisted ones

Raviel would have to thank his padded tabi boots for keeping his stroll through the desert rather comfy. While the heat was something he was not particularly fond of, sand in his boots would be a nightmare. Especially hot sand.

So, he walked, looking around to spot the supposed camp where he would meet his coworker. Apparently, that mission needed someone else but him to reach his completion. While he did not really care for the living's motivations and drives, he was curious to know who the deep intricacies that were living on living relations. The world of the living was a complex machine of many cogs. HE could not possibly understand them all, but understanding enough would make sure his duty as a reaper of souls would not be failed.

He would soon arrive to the place he had been pointed at, a small camp near a oasis. By his knowledge, they were about in the middle of the desert. If only slightly to the east maybe. The place was nothing but simplstic and rural, filled with knights of the place Raviel had been told would provide some sort of support.

Walking deeper into the base, his dark bluish-grey shinobi armor popping out in the sea of white clothing, the young blonde Reaper moved his gaze around. He was trying to find the other one whose participation in that mission would be much more relevant than the knights' own. His partner, basically.

He stopped one of the knights by exteding his arms to block the guy's path. Once the inquiry was made, he was pointed over to a slightly bigger tent. So there they were then. He could probably have guessed.

Raviel quietly approached, lifting up the would be door cloth and stepping in. Still soundless in his movements, the young prince walked two steps forward before stopping still. He had met that...thing, before. It was when he had went to retrieved the Booklet of Travel the living used to move around. The prince had to wonder why was a machine there and why was it supposed to be his partner during the mission. Perhaps some testing of sorts? The whole mission was staged just to test out if the machine before him was flawless or in need of recalibration?

More and more questions awaited the prince it seemed. Question that could maybe not be answered. Raviel stood there, waiting for the thing to notice and adress him with the details of the mission. It was not like a machine, to engage an acquaintance in idle prattle, afterall.

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@MAI

It seemed that he had been once again found himself at the presence of the weird robot from the time when he wanted to get the passport thingy. Interesting. So she was some kind of police o robot? Could he even call it a she? Ah watever. The prince would have to make do with what he had. It would be unlikely he would get any other help so he would have to stand around the weird talking tin can.

"I have no doubts to quench at the current moment, oh acquaintance mine." He quickly replied. So it wanted to be called MAI? What could that acronym ever be for? It seemed that every second of him staying there raised quite the number of questions, but the void prince did not wish to engage in idle prattle nor question a possible killing machin on something that might trigger it into attack mode. "The faster we get out there the better. While some of the souls there will meet their fate and exhaust their meaning in this world, it is my duty to protect and prevent others from claiming souls that are not yet meant to part from the world of the living."

With that said, Raviel swivelled on his heels and exited the tent, begooning his search for clues in the near vicinites of the camp. Finding the guy would prove quite hard. Sand could easily shift around so footprints might be useless to try and search for. Granted, there was not really much one could search around in a sea of sand, but he had to find a valid strategy to lead to a possible trail if he wanted to produce any kind of result and possibly getting something done in the first place.

Perhaps if his target was indeed a slaver he could find a corpse of one of the less fortunate slave travelling with him to examine...provided it had not been swallowed by the sand of course. Checking back to see if the robot thing was following him, Raviel begun to thing. What would be the best place to conduct necromancy? Obviously a cave or something akin to that. Something that needed to be secluded and undisturbed. He did not know of anything like that in a desert.

One thing was true though. Whoever the guy may be, they would need water to keep themselves and the slaves alive. Venturing this far in the desert would really put a dent on water supplies, so perhaps the best way to approach this was to start by am oasis and try to find something there. Yeah. That could work. He cursed himself for not asking the captain for a map of the area, but that was why the robot was there for.

"Have you got any coordinates for the nearest oasis from our current position, oh acquaintance mine?" He asked, stopping to turn around and face the robot as he spoke.

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"Alright then. Take me to our target." Raviel stated. Perhaps if the robot had revealed that information first when they were back at camp he would not have guessed they still were at step one. Oh well. Without the need to track people, it would be alot easier for the mission to end up in a success. The only thing they would need to do now would be to apprehend the slaver and they were pretty much done.

On his side, he was supposed to free up a few guys form the west fiore trading company and then safely escort them back to Tolgalen. Lord Mizune would certainly find it pleasing if his employees would be back unharmed.

He was starting to dislike the harsh heat of the desert. Especially the incessant sunlight. In his home place within the void, temperatures were always mild and the eternal dusk would not burn his skin off. Oh well, just a few more moments and all that was going to be over.

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"Thank you. The sunscreen is appreciated, oh acquaintance mine." The prince replied, moving closer to the robot but just close enough to be inside the shield. From that point onwards, Raviel would quietly walk beside MAI as she lead him through the desert and to the point where their target would be.

"My strategy..." He mumbled. "I doubt the guy is going to be strong if he needs to summon a creature from another plane to do his bidding. I am sure a simple ambush strategy will be more than sufficient to deal with that threat."

Yeah, that was what he was going to do. He would get in there, get a quick recon of the area and find the best place to sneak closer to the target. Once that guy was held at swordpoint, Raviel would seriously doubt the slaver would do anything but surrender. When it came to the world of the living and the living in genereal, he found out that their attachment to the concept known as life was deeper than anything else in their world.

"We shall stealthily approach our target and strike him from the unknown. While I deal with the main threat, you should go ahead and disrupt the ritual. In the meantime I manage to disarm and apprehend the guy you should also try to find a way to get to the hostage and free them. If they are caged, then you will have to come back to me so that we can frisk the slaver for any key or valuable that can lead us to save the Living trapped by him." He relayed.

Well, the plan had been decided and the location discovered. Now it was just a matter of flawless execution. He was sure this would be easily taken care of. If all went well as it should, he would be out the desert by dusk.

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