A DETECTIVE'S INTRO TO HIS NEW WOLF PACK (ARTHUR EDOGAWA , ANGEL / PRIVATE)

Having returned to the residence of the Silver Wolves after adventuring into the Silent Glaciers days prior, the girl of gothic attire had found her life to be changed once again in the mere span of seconds during this chilly week- it was to no surprise to her that her mother was able to free herself from the chains of a ruthless dark guild, Fallen Titan, only to reunite with her daughter that had freed herself from her own shackles many months prior. It was a miracle that the two were still alive- well, sort of. Finally, the busy emotion-filled week was beginning to slow down to normalcy; the icy blade that she had miraculously recovered had found its place in the guild vault and her mother was finally getting comfortable within the guild's ranks, allowing Angel to find time to focus on her own personal crafts. A cigarette in hand, she would find herself a bit far down the mountain ranges from the warm getaway within the snow scanning the white canvas for vibrant herbs and berries that were said to flourish within these frosted climates in an attempt to create potions out of them. Her current goal was to find a locally-sourced healing potion that she could almost constantly produce for her guildmates to take along with them on their expeditions into the familiar and the unknown- while she already had recipes upon recipes for healing tonics and natural remedies, finding herbs close to her new residence would be beneficial on all ends, allowing for her to cease travel to nearby lands when she is in need to resupply. It felt strange not wandering the streets of Ishgar selling potions and gathering supplies as often as she did in her past, but the life she had been granted upon bearing the sigil of the wolf did not call for such laboring practices anymore- it was quite nice.

Holding onto the oversized witch hat that would sit on top of her jet-black twin tails, the potion maker would slowly trudge through the thick snow that coated the landscape of the Phoenix Mountains- her new studded snow boots were allowing her to not fall around while trying to navigate as many had witnessed before, accompanied by a matching fluffy black cloak that would keep her quite warm on her little miniature adventure. "Wo wären diese nun...," she would speak in her native tongue quietly to herself, her eyes scanning the nearby trees in an attempt to catch a glimpse of a small red sparkle, "Dies wird eine weile dauern." Raising her cigarette to her lips, she would slowly inhale its contents as she would keep looking- unlike a normal cigarette, this would appear to be filled with natural herbs such as lavender, rolled in a paper that resembled a pink rose. It was indeed a floral cigarette that she had created on her own. "Ooh!" the black-haired girl would exclaim in a state of excitement as she would run over to another nearby tree, slowly leaning down to rest on her knees at its base. In front of her would rest a giant patch of a frosty green and blue plant of sorts- it looked to resemble a cabbage at first, but it was so much larger than those leafy greens one would find edible. Removing her large woven basket from her arm and resting it beside her, she would remove a small pair of shears from the inside and delicately cut a decent amount off of the bunch, filling her basket. "Nicht das, wonach ich gesucht habe, aber ich bin mir sicher, dass dies für etwas nützlich sein wird," she would speak to herself quietly as she would pat the flora down in her basket to make more room, raising to stand on her feet once more, "Vy wird in der Lage sein zu sehen, ob es giftig ist."

It was true that her traveling companion, Vy, would be able to tell if the herbs she had collected from the base of the trees were packed with toxins or not- being a death god of the void's gate, he had a knack for things that could send souls to pass on to the other side, and had thousands of years of knowledge on the subject. His fascination in the arts of poisons was something that led him to befriend Angel, alongside many other factors. "Hm, ich frage mich..," she would speak to herself within the cold, thrashing winds that would sweep through the icy way- a small feeling of a dark pit would begin to manifest in her stomach, which would make her nearly drop her cigarette as she would briefly hunch over. Perhaps she was straying a bit too far from the death god that granted her the ability to live amongst the living once again.. though she did not realize, this had been the farthest she had ever been away from him since the incident. Her natural instincts would lead her to make her way back toward the guildhall rather than away from it in her search for the rumored red berries. Sticking to the side of the path that would lead a traveler to the den of wolves, she would continue to scan the trees for her desired prize, leaving a small trail of floral-smelling smoke in her wake.


translations:
"Wo wären diese nun...?" -> "Now, where would these be...?"
"Dies wird eine Weile dauern." -> "This will take a while."
"Nicht das, wonach ich gesucht habe, aber ich bin mir sicher, dass dies für etwas nützlich sein wird!" -> "Not what I was looking for, but I'm sure this will be useful for something!"
"Vy wird in der Lage sein zu sehen, ob es giftig ist." -> "Vy will be able to help see if it's poisonous."
"Hm, ich frage mich..." -> "Hm, I wonder.."

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Going through an ever-repeating cycle of raising her cigarette to her lips and lowering it down to her side, the wandering potion-maker would sigh as she would be unable to sight the berries in the trees that she was looking for- it was looking like they were going to be in another part of the mountains, if at all, which was beginning to make her lose hope. "Verdammt," she would say under her breath as she would begin to trek through the snow once more, her eyes continuing to scan the tops of the wintery trees. However, they would soon dart to the center of the path that she was following upon recognizing a familiar bellow upon one of the local clearings of the upper phoenix mountains- it was the war-cry of Mountain Vulcans, something that she'd become more familiar to due to her herbal adventures. A chill would creep down her spine in the form of a grand nervousness, her mind going to the worst- perhaps someone was in trouble, as it was quite aggressive-sounding, to say the least. Reinforcing her fluffy black coat upon her torso, Angel would quickly pick up her pace to seek out the noise, as she had mastered quite a useful technique to protect herself from hostile fauna that resided within the local wildlife. You gotta do what you gotta do, after all. Behind her would manifest thick footprints from her snow boots, which would be swept away from the incoming icy gale.

Approaching one of the many openings within the trees, Angel would sight what would appear to be another mage surrounded by not only Mountain Vulcans, but other creatures that called these icy peaks their home- this would cause her to drop her basket at her feet and conceal herself behind a tree momentarily, peeking her head out just barely to sight the hostilities. "Gott, was für eine Wendung..," she would quietly speak to herself behind the tree, envisioning what she would require to pull off her grand scheme, "neu ausrüsten- feuergewürz." Reaching her hands outward in a forward motion, a brief and dull purple flash of light would allow the manifestation of a large glass bottle within her hands, which would appear to be filled to the brim with glowing red contents. Shooting out from the left side of the tree, the raven-haired girl would squeal as she would quickly run through the thin snow on the ground toward the group of the local fauna. Unscrewing the cork from the glass tonic, its contents would appear to release in the form of a gas, which would emanate toward the hostile group and the presumable mage- the shaking from running toward the mass of individuals caused the magical potion to combust on the inside of the glass, allowing the spell to take form. Floating to consume the entities that surrounded the mystery mage, the orange-hued gas would seem to have an effect on the mental state of the hostiles rather than the physical state; it would cause them all to grunt in disgust, which would lead them to back up and appear distracted by a spicy stink in their noses. Gagging and smacking their own faces to get their normal senses back, Angel would quickly run toward the rather fancily-dressed fellow and would reach out her gloved hand, causing the potion to dissipate within her other.

"Uh.. We've got to get going quick before their noses get back to normal," the girl would speak rather assertively to the stranger, holding her hand out to lead him away from the rather dangerous zone of the mountains, "I- I'll introduce myself later, we need to get going!" The oversized witch hat that sat upon the top of her jet-black locks would seem to flutter within the incoming snowy winds, resonating with the flicker that would be recognizable within her rather pale-looking violet optics. Though the stranger's motives remained unknown to the zombie girl, Angel felt that it was her responsibility to give assistance to anyone that had troubles within these mountains know that she was a member of Silver Wolf. It isn't easy to journey to the Guild Hall for the first time- at least, it wasn't for the potion-maker. If he were to grab onto her hand, Angel would quickly lead him away from where he first found himself, a bit closer to the home of the Silver Wolves, hopefully out of sight from the spiced-up wildlife.


translations:
"verdammt," -> "damn,"
"Gott, was für eine Wendung..," -> "god, what a turn..,"
"neu ausrüsten," -> "requip,"
"Feuergewürz," -> "fiery spice potion,"

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