Some more time had passed after the latest adventure after his recent rank up from B-class to A-class mage that Faustein had gone on, this one being another co-op job he had undertaken with two fellow Elysium guild members. One of those had been a man named “Odhran Aegisbane” and the other had been a girl called “Seika”, both mages of course. The job in question had involved a contract which he and his compatriots, Odhran and Seika, had been hired to complete by a somewhat mysterious organization which was allegedly known as the “Black Blood Brotherhood”. The prime directive of said contract was the capture and public execution of a certain Magic Council official called Representative Thompson and his family consisting of his wife and his only daughter. Needless to say, thanks to the combined skills of Faustein, Odhran, and Seika, the job was completed successfully. Since then, Faustein had returned his daily routine once again which entailed his profession as a practicing physician-scientist and of course, his responsibilities as the next heir to the CEO position of the business conglomerate owned by his clan, the branch of which he had been ordered to set up in Fiore. Additionally, he had also immersed himself deeply in his ever-burgeoning, continually ongoing mad science research and so, with all of these various engagements, he remained fairly preoccupied and was able to make considerable headway in each of these areas.
Time had marched on for a while with no real jobs coming his way, so he had been able to focus his mental and physical energies on his three main pursuits mentioned above. However, this period of calm and peace was abruptly shattered when, one day, as he was about to enter his mansion, he had noticed the mail delivery magical stork with the uniform of the West Fiore Trading Company flying in a circle above his mansion, which was the usual protocol to signify there was a message to be received from someone. So, he raised his left forearm up, prompting the magic stork to swoop down and land on it before waiting for him to take the message scroll from the holster tied around its leg.
Hmm, a new job request eh?
Faustein mused silently as he perused the exterior of the rolled-up scroll which had a seal that was clearly Disiertan in origin. He then let the stork take off again before heading into his mansion while breaking open the seal on the scroll and reading it.
So this one is to be an investigation and retrieval as well as a punitive mission then…and all of this will be occurring in the vast deserts of Disierto, no less. How intriguing indeed.
He smirked briefly while contemplating the contents of the job request silently and then headed into his bedchamber where he then readied himself to leave as quickly as possible. Of course, as was his usual preference, he decided to use his professional garb of the physician-scientist consisting of the stereotypical long white lab coat, a white formal shirt underneath with a crimson red tie, dark colored formal pants secured by his tactical utility belt, and his patent black leather formal shoes. Besides this, his outfit also consisted of various holsters strapped onto various parts of his person and which contained the various tools of his trade that he was in the habit of carrying into any situation. Of course, this outfit was actually one that had defensive powers on par with any legendary armor while maintaining its light weight.
As a result, he was not worried about taking any heavy armor since he was sure that his armor which was a custom order piece would serve him well in protecting his person against most of the enemies he would be facing on this job. After that, he scanned his International Passport with his [iLac[/i] and then headed off to Hargeon Town where he chartered a private ship and had it take him to Disierto, the land of sand, all the while wondering who this client was that he was supposed to meet first before beginning the job in order to get the rest of the details not mentioned in the flyer. It took him quite a while due to the distance, but eventually he did get there and came ashore at one of the ports of entry in Disierto by which the country was connected to international waters. Once there, he made his way through the port and into the gateway where he was required to produce his International Passport and so that was what he did, and in short order the guards present scanned the image of this entry document with their LacrimaTek scanners and then waved him inside after the usual security check. Once that was complete, he collected his equipment again and headed off after securing all the various pieces in their designated slots across his person, whether that be his tactical utility belt or the various holsters strapped to his pants or to the load bearing equipment belts affixed to the interior of his long white lab coat.
After exiting the gateway building, he found his client’s chauffer waiting patiently for him alongside what seemed to be an imported, rather expensive looking, vintage magic mobile, specifically a hovercar type which was presumably chosen due to its ability to travel through the deserts of Disierto as well as elsewhere in the country in question.
Quite an ostentatious client this one is, I perceive. How amusingly quaint.
Faustein mused silently with a smirk on his thin lips and then tipped the chauffer generously before getting into the vehicle. The chauffer than drove him to the client’s residence after which he was dropped off and left to his own devices. Then, Faustein strode into the client’s residence and was met by a series of maids who welcomed him inside and attended to his needs while he awaited the arrival of the client. Thankfully, he did not have to wait for very long since about three or four hours after he arrived, the client came out to meet him as well.
“Thank you for coming, and I presume you’ve perused the flier and my request contained therein?”
Faustein had done that already before even arriving in Disierto, so naturally he nodded while replying, revealing his voice to be a rich, resonant baritone but hypnotically melodious voice which
“Indeed.”
The client smiled, causing his portly face to look even more repugnant than it already seemed, causing Faustein to recoil visibly, but luckily the client did not seem to notice that.
OOC:
WC: 1101 / 5000
Time had marched on for a while with no real jobs coming his way, so he had been able to focus his mental and physical energies on his three main pursuits mentioned above. However, this period of calm and peace was abruptly shattered when, one day, as he was about to enter his mansion, he had noticed the mail delivery magical stork with the uniform of the West Fiore Trading Company flying in a circle above his mansion, which was the usual protocol to signify there was a message to be received from someone. So, he raised his left forearm up, prompting the magic stork to swoop down and land on it before waiting for him to take the message scroll from the holster tied around its leg.
Hmm, a new job request eh?
Faustein mused silently as he perused the exterior of the rolled-up scroll which had a seal that was clearly Disiertan in origin. He then let the stork take off again before heading into his mansion while breaking open the seal on the scroll and reading it.
So this one is to be an investigation and retrieval as well as a punitive mission then…and all of this will be occurring in the vast deserts of Disierto, no less. How intriguing indeed.
He smirked briefly while contemplating the contents of the job request silently and then headed into his bedchamber where he then readied himself to leave as quickly as possible. Of course, as was his usual preference, he decided to use his professional garb of the physician-scientist consisting of the stereotypical long white lab coat, a white formal shirt underneath with a crimson red tie, dark colored formal pants secured by his tactical utility belt, and his patent black leather formal shoes. Besides this, his outfit also consisted of various holsters strapped onto various parts of his person and which contained the various tools of his trade that he was in the habit of carrying into any situation. Of course, this outfit was actually one that had defensive powers on par with any legendary armor while maintaining its light weight.
As a result, he was not worried about taking any heavy armor since he was sure that his armor which was a custom order piece would serve him well in protecting his person against most of the enemies he would be facing on this job. After that, he scanned his International Passport with his [iLac[/i] and then headed off to Hargeon Town where he chartered a private ship and had it take him to Disierto, the land of sand, all the while wondering who this client was that he was supposed to meet first before beginning the job in order to get the rest of the details not mentioned in the flyer. It took him quite a while due to the distance, but eventually he did get there and came ashore at one of the ports of entry in Disierto by which the country was connected to international waters. Once there, he made his way through the port and into the gateway where he was required to produce his International Passport and so that was what he did, and in short order the guards present scanned the image of this entry document with their LacrimaTek scanners and then waved him inside after the usual security check. Once that was complete, he collected his equipment again and headed off after securing all the various pieces in their designated slots across his person, whether that be his tactical utility belt or the various holsters strapped to his pants or to the load bearing equipment belts affixed to the interior of his long white lab coat.
After exiting the gateway building, he found his client’s chauffer waiting patiently for him alongside what seemed to be an imported, rather expensive looking, vintage magic mobile, specifically a hovercar type which was presumably chosen due to its ability to travel through the deserts of Disierto as well as elsewhere in the country in question.
Quite an ostentatious client this one is, I perceive. How amusingly quaint.
Faustein mused silently with a smirk on his thin lips and then tipped the chauffer generously before getting into the vehicle. The chauffer than drove him to the client’s residence after which he was dropped off and left to his own devices. Then, Faustein strode into the client’s residence and was met by a series of maids who welcomed him inside and attended to his needs while he awaited the arrival of the client. Thankfully, he did not have to wait for very long since about three or four hours after he arrived, the client came out to meet him as well.
“Thank you for coming, and I presume you’ve perused the flier and my request contained therein?”
Faustein had done that already before even arriving in Disierto, so naturally he nodded while replying, revealing his voice to be a rich, resonant baritone but hypnotically melodious voice which
“Indeed.”
The client smiled, causing his portly face to look even more repugnant than it already seemed, causing Faustein to recoil visibly, but luckily the client did not seem to notice that.
OOC:
WC: 1101 / 5000
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