Two Weeds and a Rose (Job: Dmitry/Pandora)

Job Description:

Many strange life forms dot the wilderness of Fiore, both plants and animals alike often sporting enormous bodies or peculiar behaviors. Yet somehow the vast majority of these lifeforms managed to fit into their own respective ecosystem, fulfilling a role and supporting a habitat in their own way. If a creature fails to do this and even persists in harming those around them without purpose of any sort, they are an aberration, an outcast. Something that takes far too much and gives nothing.

Deep within one of the many forests of the Kingdom of Fiore, near a village known as Beanstalk, there was grove overtaken. Its grasses and saplings brushed aside by a several purple plants, each with three leaves. The shriveled husks of malnourished plants littered the grove around these invaders and very few sounds could be heard, the animals of the woods avoiding this tainted ground.

In another part of that same forest, with a far greater concentration and diversity of flora and fauna, a figure was tucked into the nook of a large tree branch. The young man wore a charcoal colored coat and a black, tattered, and out of shape wizard's hat atop a mop of steel grey hair, the wide brim covering his eyes and his hands over his stomach as he slept peacefully.

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"So, this plant needs exterminating from the local areas the villagers frequent?" Pandora asked, scribbling down the information the herbalist had given her on the plant itself. Purple flower, red thorns. A pretty thing, to be sure, but from what she had been told earlier, the flower held a rather nasty side-effect for those that dared touch it… which begged the question why nobody had bothered trying fortified or enhanced gloves instead. But that was merely water under the bridge. "Alright, and only one specimen in pristine condition… seems a bit risqué, but who am I to question your work methods, eh?" she smiled, smacking the little booklet shut. She had what she needed, so all that was left was to get rid of these darned things and see what else was ongoing. Was this the start of an infestation, or merely a rare specimen rearing its head. Nature's boon, man-made or magical in nature? The redhead did not want to have any loose ends on her part, so she could at least try to get as much information on the plant while it still flourished.

Well, anything that did not require her taking a specimen along herself, that is.

"That settles things then. I'll be back later, after having taken care of the plants, to deliver the specimen into your care." She'd rose from her seat, making a short bow before leaving the herbalist's shop. The booklet she'd been holding disappeared into thin air, back into the pocket dimension she stored the rest of her requips in. The streets of the small village were dotted with a few handful of people, many that looked rather concerned at Pandora as she strode past in her black suit of armor, red cape rather bombastically billowing behind her. It made it look like she was here for more pressing matters than a weed issue, really, but through this people would stay out of her way while she conducted the simple task she'd been given.

If things went well, she'd be getting this done in the spawn of a few hours at most. If things went badly… how could things possibly go badly? They were plants, for crying out loud. And she wouldn't be making the mistake of getting close to it either way. The redhead smiled softly and nodded as she passed by a group of gossiping villagers, heading for the specific part of the forest the herbalist had told her about; a once beautiful grove, now dotted with lifeless patches of indigenous flora, completely swept away by the invading species. That's how she would find the spot, though the path leading to it curved through a more vibrant part of the forest. So she enjoyed her stroll in peace, the gentle chattering of the local wildlife, not expecting a figure lounging about in the trees above her-- yet she did not make any move as to do something about it. Had he been closer to her target she might've chased the individual off, but here? He was no danger to her here… yet. Instead she regarded the figure curiously as she walked past, only taking the shortest of moments to stop and stare before continuing.



@Dmitry
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"You shouldn't head that way, you know." The young man spoke, barely rustling as he woke from his slumber. A single, blue eye now poked out from beneath the hat, barely visible as it observed her. "Nothing but strange purple plants; even the animals steer clear of it." With a yawn and a stretch, the figure adjusted him on the limb in order to face the woman, holding onto his hat as he swung his legs over the side. As he opened his eyes to look upon her, a golden iris now accompanied the righthand blue. "What exactly would civilized folk such as yourself want with a place like that?" He asked, looking her in the eye and cocking his head. "Even the spirits don't like that place."

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